Page 31 of A Drink of Destiny
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” I shook my head. “A saying from back home. You don’t smell thrilled about the appointments and all of that.”
“I’m not. No one is thrilled about going to the doctor. Even people with doctor fetishes probably don’t like going to real doctors,” he laughed, trying to seem less tense.
“What can I do to make it easier? I mean, besides not eating them,” I winked at him, and he turned crimson. “If you keep that up, you’re going to have to drink again.”
“My first baby was born during the time that you had to find a vampyric doctor or you were going to be treated like shit,” Alvis whispered and I tugged him onto the bed with me.
“If anyone treats you poorly, I’m going to rearrange their internal organs,” I said. “I’m sorry it was like that for you but this time no one gets to be like that. If it makes you feel better maybe one of the midwives from back home could come over. To all of them you’re basically an honorary cat. Or we could find a vampyric doctor or whatever. Literally, whatever you want. If I can arrange it, buy it, steal it, or kill it, it’s yours. If I had time I’d go to school to learn it all but I think our baby will be here before that happens.”
“And you’ll go with me to all those goofy birthing classes?”
“I’ll demand that they are the goofiest in London,” I nodded. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t care what most people think. I work at a bar where anything can and has happened and if someone says you can’t be there because you’re a vampire—”
“You’ll eat them?” he asked, looking up at me through his long, thick lashes.
“No, I’ll report them to Medwin Moonscale and say they made you cry, even if you didn’t,” I said. “I learned that trick from Crilus. You can’t go around making pregnant men cry and let the First Mate of the Moonscale Dragons find out.”
“Good to know,” he laughed.
“But yes, to the classes. Yes, to going with you to every appointment. I’ll even drive you around. I want to be part of this – your pregnancy, our baby coming into the world, the baby – everything because it’s my baby too.”
He kissed me. Soft at first and then long and hard with plenty of tongue. His scent relaxed and I made a mental note to ensure we took bloodshakes everywhere for the duration of his pregnancy. Hell, if he only wanted to drink straight from me, I’d drink the damned things. Most of them tasted pretty good anyway. Alvis grabbed my dick and my train of thoughts derailed and didn’t straighten itself out until we were both a vibrating ball of post-coital pleasure.
“I love you, Alvis,” I whispered in his ear.
“I love you too.”
Chapter Nineteen
Mori
The Other World
Coming into Dern’s bathroom instead of his kitchen was strange. Ormund charged into the room, his long phoenix blade brandished as if he planned to impale me.
“Oh, Mori,” he said, the blade disappearing into thin air. “Dern’s in a meeting that he can’t get out of just now. We… We didn’t expect you to arrive through the bathroom mirror. Actually, we didn’t expect you to arrive at all. Are you okay? Has something happened?”
“Uh…. I need Dern to scry Sharon Claudis,” I said, perching on the edge of the sink.
“He’s unavailable right now,” Ormund said.
“I’m sure if you tell him that I’m here and figured out how to get here on my own he’ll make time for me,” I said.
“You are so young, Mori. I will take you to the scrying bowl, but Dern isn’t available right now,” Ormund said, flashing me a sad smile.
“What does my age have to do with anything?” I asked, sliding my feet onto the linoleum floor.
“Nothing, I guess,” Ormund said.
“Is Dern okay?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat at the thought of him being in danger or possibly moving onto whatever came next for him without saying goodbye to me.
“Dern is perfectly okay. I wouldn’t stand here and entertain your questions if my mate was in danger. If you must know, Dern is in therapy,” Ormund said, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” Ormund nodded, motioning for me to exit the bathroom. I did and he followed on my heels.
