Page 31 of Not So Stranded
Kit winced. “Here’s hoping this morning left an impression then.”
Mo held up both hands with fingers crossed.
Looking to Larkin, Kit asked, “Do you mind if I ask some questions about hosting?”
“Oh, no, that’s totally cool,” he said with a smile. “What would you like to know?”
Kit sat back on his heels. “So you gave birth last week, right?”
“Yes.”
“How’re you feeling?”
“Awesome,” Larkin said on a laugh. “I mean pushing them all out was crazy and a kind of painful, but also amazing because…” He held his hands over the playpen, the little hatchlings seeming to play on plants, rocks, and twigs.
“And your body’s back to normal,” Dean prompted.
“Oh, yeah. I was fine within a couple of hours. Like nothing happened.”
“Wow. Okay.” Kit appreciated knowing that. “While you were hosting, was that painful?” He glanced over to where Jonah and Primus floated not too far away. “I heard Jonah moaning a little while ago.”
Dean chuckled, Larkin blushed, and Mo said, “Jonah’s only been drinking elixir for the past week, so he’s completely drunk and seriously horny. Those were nice moans.”
Kit snorted and covered his eyes for a moment. “Well, that’s, um, good to know.”
“I’ll be honest,” Larkin said, his face still bright red, “even thewaterfelt sexual so I was literally on the edge of coming the entire time. I wanted to sleep and get blowjobs. That’s it.”
Blushing in sympathy or maybe because none of that made him reconsider, Kit laughed with Dean and Mo, both of whom poked and tickled Larkin until he was laughing, too. And then Kit heard a sort of burbling noise and looked down to see that the hatchlings were laughing as well.
“They’re so small.” He finger-waved down at them, and they waved back. Their fingers were the size of grains of rice.
“You’ll be glad of that,” Larkin said like a warning.
Kit’s ass clenched. “Oh. Right.”
“The best thing?” Dean said. “Put your ear in the water.”
Not sure why, Kit went along with him and leaned over so his ear was underwater.
“Can I play with that next?”
“I like blue ones.”
“Did you pooagain?”
Kit sat back up with a gasp. “They can talk!”
All three parents laughed, and Mo said, “They also have our memories, so they knows things relevant to a hatchling, and if they don’t know something or need anything, they’ll ask for it.”
“We’ve been told to brace ourselves,” Dean said with a smile, “for when they can breathe air.”
Kit laughed and it was definitely with relief. He didn’t need to know everything because his future hatchlings could ask questions or tell him what they needed. Underwater or above! He touched a hand to his heart, that was such good news.
“That helped, didn’t it,” Larkin said with a knowing smile.
Kit nodded. “It did. We’re going to wait until Jonah’s given birth, but then…” He grinned and shrugged.
As their parents congratulated him, Kit could’ve sworn he heard the hatchlings cheering.
