Page 22 of Omega Dragon Manny
“I caught absolutely none of it, just that something smelled. Was it the candles?” I was no further in my understanding than I had been when the conversation started.
“No…it’s better.”
“Better how?”
“This morning, I woke up and I thought maybe I was pregnant, but usually you can smell pregnancy. And I couldn’t. So then I thought maybe it was the result of eating too much of that popcorn last night.”
He was talking a mile a minute, and I was trying to keep up. It wasn’t easy.
“I mean, I added far more cheesy powder than I meant to. I chalked it up to that, but she scented it, and now I think I can too.”
“Wait. Are you saying… Are we…?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
We’d talked about wanting kids and had definitely done our best to make a baby, but it still caught me off guard. A quick stop atthe drugstore on the way to dinner confirmed we were having a baby, and we couldn’t have been happier.
We spent the entire night talking about how we were going to fix up the nursery and when the due date might be. We were absorbed in all things baby. The waitress overheard us and brought out a special dessert with a sparkler on it to celebrate. It wasn’t anything at all like the night we had planned, but it was so much better.
When we got back to the room, he pulled off my shirt and then his and immediately pressed himself to me, kissing me with his whole body.
I was still in shock, but it didn’t take me long to figure out what he wanted when his fingers slipped below my waistband and grazed the head of my growing cock. “Whoa, there.” I released my buttons and pushed down my boxers. “Let me help you.”
“I’m gonna need more help than that.” He licked the hollow of my neck and dropped his pants too. “I need you inside me, Clark.”
What a coincidence. I needed that too. Within seconds, he was splayed on the bed and ready for me to enter him. As I pushed my cock inside his tight channel, Beau pulled me closer, licking along my jaw and then back at my neck again.
I continued to thrust, quickly going from zero to a million in just seconds, and as I came inside him, filling him with my seed and my knot, Beau’s sharp teeth closed on my skin and left the mark I’d been waiting for.
There was pain, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure, a lot of pleasure, to the point where another round of convulsions flowed through me.
Clark didn’t release me immediately, and that was okay with me. When he did, he was almost shy about it. “I’m sorry. Once my dragon knew about the baby, he wasn’t willing to wait any longer.”
“Don’t apologize.” I kissed him softly and licked along his neck as well. “I’m honored, and that was perfect.”
17
BEAU
Being pregnant wasn’t for the weak. I learned that quickly.
The first trimester, I went through bouts of morning sickness and exhaustion while taking care of the three little ones. But then, just as I got over that, they began to walk and I was on my feet all day. My belly was huge as I tried to keep up with not one, not two, but three little ones who rarely went in the same direction.
My mate swore my belly wasn’t huge. For the first time since we met, I suspected he was lying. The only other conclusion was that he needed new glasses. Because I was objectively huge for not being at the tail end of my pregnancy.
But even with the stomach issues, the exhaustion, and the endless chasing toddlers around until I wasn’t sure which side was up, I loved being pregnant. I was looking forward to building our nest and having our clutch.
Clark and I talked about our nest a lot, where to put it, what it would be like. His jaw nearly hit the floor when I first told him dragons laid eggs. I wished I’d taken a picture of his reaction.It was priceless. He settled into the idea quickly and now was encouraging me by giving me links to fancy bedding I might like for it.
I was excited, too. Except, as the weeks went by, I added a layer of nervousness to that excitement. Based on the calendar, it was time for me to start building. My nesting instinct should have been kicking in full speed, but it wasn’t.
I even tried to fake it, hoping I could jump-start the process. One afternoon during the kids’ nap, I ordered a passel of pillows online. When they arrived, I surrounded myself with them, waiting for that spark to catch—but nothing.
And while that was worrisome, it wasn’t the most stressful part. My belly didn’t feel the way it should. Every morning I pressed a hand against it, hoping for the hard, steady firmness that should have been there. But it just felt…soft. Human.
I hadn’t gone to a doctor. Human doctors would absolutely lose their minds discovering eggs existed. The local midwife specialized in wolves, which was great when we needed advice about the triplets, but not what I needed right now. I needed a dragon midwife.
If I’d still been in a flight, it would’ve been easy, but I wasn’t. The couple of calls I made to my old flight shut down the conversation quick, cutting off access to their midwife completely. It was wrong on so many levels, I didn’t even want to think about it. I had enough other things on my plate.
