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I looked over at Dante in disbelief. “You love me back?”
Dante nodded. “Why would you ever think that a mate wouldn’t fall in love with you? You’re absolutely amazing. You’ve been through so much, and despite all of that, you have such a positive outlook on life. Of course I love you.” Dante leaned in, and I knew he was going to kiss me, but I pulled away despite the fact that I’d swished with mouthwash. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
“Oh, I do. But I want to brush my teeth for five minutes before I do.”
Dante chuckled. “I don’t care, baby. You are amazing, and your breath isn’t that terrible. But I’ll respect your wishes and wait.”
I sat there staring at my mate. He loved me. And we were going to have a baby. Those two things hit suddenly, and I started breathing heavy.
“There it is,” Dante said seconds before he reached over and picked me up. I squealed, my arms flailed, and one hit Dante in the shoulder. I looked at my mate, horrified. He threw his head back and laughed. When he looked at me again, he smiled. “I love you,” he said quietly. “I do. And I’m going to love our little baby. But we are going to have to cut our little matemoon short because you threw up this morning.”
I sighed. I knew why too. “I understand. I have Dr. King’s number in my phone. I can call, or you’re welcome to for me. I need to go brush my teeth though.” I tried to get up, but Dante stopped me. “What?”
“I’ll call. But I think we need to talk about this before I do. But I’m okay with waiting for you to brush your teeth first.”
I sighed. “We can talk.”
“But I want a kiss,” Dante said with a smirk on his face.
I rolled my eyes and gave him a quick, closed-mouth kiss before I pulled away. Dante let me go, and I went to brush my teeth. I trudged my way up the stairs, and when I had a mouthfull of foamy toothpaste, Dante came into the bathroom with my phone in his hand. “They want to know if you would like to come in or have Dr. King come to you?”
I blinked a few times, pointed at my mouth, and shook my head. I quickly spit the toothpaste out and stared at my mate. “You couldn’t see the toothpaste in my mouth?” I asked.
“You couldn’t respond through our bond?” Dante said back. “Which is it? You want to go in or have him come here?”
I was torn. I really didn’t want to go out and break our matemoon bubble. That totally wasn’t a word, but I’d come up with it, and I was going to use it all the time. “I’ll go in. We can make it a double trip since we need to pick a house anyway.”
I grabbed a paper cup and filled it with water. I swished while Dante went back to the phone call. He left the bathroom, which was thankfully clean. Not that I thought for a moment that Dante wouldn’t have cleaned up the mess for me.
Grabbing the hand towel and wiping my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, wondering who the man was staring back at me. I didn’t look much different. I was a little scruffy, but I couldn’t grow nearly the beard that Dante could. I tilted my head, wondering if I was pale. I looked…not well, actually.
I took a deep breath and left the bathroom, finding Dante sitting on the side of the bed. I crossed to him, crawling onto his lap. I was so thankful that my mate was massive. I was just under six foot, but Dante was a few inches taller than I was. But that wasn’t all. He was wide, and he had biceps and forearms that were massive. I wasn’t a tiny omega, but I didn’t need to be because Dante was more than strong enough to cuddle me as if I were. And right now, I needed to be held by my mate.
“What’s wrong?” Dante asked as his strong arms wrapped around me.
“I don’t know. I feel off. I’m sure throwing up is part of it.”
“Off how? Do you need something? I’m sure food would be helpful, but I don’t want to make you sick again.”
“I’d love some tea, honestly. I know that’s probably a good thing since I’m probably going to be getting pregnancy tea, but I like it anyway.”
Dante kissed my forehead before he moved me on his lap. He held out his hand, and I smiled at the steaming mug that was now there. “See, I don’t know how anyone does things without magic once they have a mate with magic.”
Dante snorted. “It was quite a change when I suddenly found myself here in this realm and I didn’t have my magic anymore.”
I took a sip. “I’m sorry,” I said after swallowing the tea. It was nice, but I knew it wasn’t anything like the one Dr. King would be giving me.
“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong. Getting sick is very much part of pregnancy, from what I’ve heard.”
I shook my head. “I meant about you getting thrown here and your magic being taken away. I’m sure that was incredibly difficult for you.”
Dante nodded. “It was an adjustment. Times were drastically different back then too. I landed in what I am sure is somewhere in South America. I didn’t ever travel too far from where I found you. Some, but nothing like what the others said they roamed. But I made do.”
I’d seen his memories. Sadly, very few had been what I would call happy memories. Those seemed to have come from his time here, but he still seemed lonely.
“When are we going to the clinic?” I asked.
Dante patted my hip. “Whenever we get dressed and get there. Dr. King didn’t have anything going on until this afternoon. It is not baby season, apparently.”
