Page 67 of Invasion of Sorority Z

“It is,” I agree. “It’s a mixture of lunch and breakfast. Humans sometimes use it as an excuse to drink mimosas—erm, like bubbly breakfast wine. But sometimes it’s also just a time to eat and chat a little in the early afternoon. I’m assuming Sarah doesn’t expect champagne, so option two is probably what we’re doing.”

“This is good,” he grunts. “I know how to make many foods, but I do not know how to makeshom-painor thismim-o-sawyou speak of.”

I laugh. “Juice will do just fine.”

“This I can do,” he agrees. “I have asked Rem to bring Ch’ta. I know that you enjoy the small creature’s company.”

“That was very sweet of you, Marrec. You always know just what to say, don’t you?”

His head shakes. “There are many times that I do not know what to say at all, my mate.”

“Oh? What do you do when that happens?”

His grin is unmistakable. “I do this.”

The kiss he lays on me takes my breath away.

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Marrec is an impressive chef. I’ve learned that more and more every day. He creates Michelin star comfort meals like it’s a simple task, and he does it with a big flirty smile too.

My matedidteach me how to work the Aprixian cooking devices and he was right when he explained that they’re better than Earth’s inventions. They’re powerful, user-friendly, and pretty damn safe.But, I’m still a bit of an amateur in the kitchen.

Though, Marrec isn’t bothered by my lack of culinary prowess. He finds it cute. Besides, he genuinely enjoys feeding me, and I genuinely enjoy watching him cook. It’s a good trade-off.

I’ve managed to help him with easier dishes, ones that don’t actually require heat of any kind. Like today, cutting up fruits, vegetables, and cheese-like morsels to go with the Aprixian version of crackers. They’re like hybrid toast-bites and I am a bit obsessed with them.

I’m pretty proud of my make-shift charcuterie board, and my guests definitely like it too. Rem swiftly declared it to be “bitchin” upon his first bite, which made me laugh uncharacteristically loud. His vocabulary has seriously expanded since mating Sarah.

Lunchwith them is a lot of fun. Mostly because Rem is cracking jokes every minute. I can see why Marrec says the serious women of Aprix do not enjoy him. But Sarah? She eats up his every word. I totally get it, really. It’s like dating a stand-up comedian. I think a sense of humor is one of the most desired traits for human women. Marrec makes me laugh all the time too, just differently than Rem.

Ch’ta has been a delight to have as a house guest as well. He has been purring up a storm since arriving, politely begging for little snacks and taking head kisses like a champ. I love his sweet little face, and his adorable personality. It’s endlessly precious to see how much he adores Rem too. He’s all over him, and Rem has no problem providing affectionate pets and coos to the little guy.

Rem also eats enough to feed a small army, and I’ve apparently drunk enough juice to quench the thirst of one. This is the second time I’ve needed to excuse myself to pee in an hour.

Drying off my newly washed hands, I take a quick glance in the mirror, finding my cheeks flushed pink. Happiness is a good look for me, I think.

I’m about to leave the bathroom when my stomach flutters beneath my shirt. Frowning down at the sensation, I lift it up, wondering if I’m having some kind of muscle spasm.

Silver glowing light in an orb peeks through my skin. My belly button is glowing. “Uhhh, Marrec!” I scream, frightened by the sight.

Keeping my shirt lifted, I jog into the living room, crashing into my mate’s toned body. “What is it, my Stee-vee? What is wrong?” Big hands cradle my face, big eyes searching for the answers there. From the corner of my eye, I find Rem, his body blocking Sarah from the hallway in case there is a threat of some sort.

“My stomach,” I choke out, hands beginning to shake. His eyes scan down my front, widening as he notices the glow bouncing off of his abs. “What’s happening?”

“Oh dude!” Rem cheers. “Congratulations!”

“Congratulations?” I croak. “I’m glowing! Why the fuck am I glowing? Humans don’t glow!”

“Do they not?” Rem asks, jaw popping open. He turns to Sarah, looking at her for confirmation.

“We certainly do not,” she reiterates, sounding just as freaked out. She runs a hand through her platinum hair and worries at her bottom lip.

Marrec just stares at my belly, almost in disbelief.

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