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“That’s exactly what it is,” Linus said.
He couldn’t help staring at Storm’s lips, wondering how the ice cream would taste coming from there.
“It’s yours if you want it,” Storm whispered.
Am I that obvious?Linus ducked his head and stuck the spoon into another ice cream flavor.
The strangest thing was, the ice creams all tasted a little too sweet. A little too tart. Linus had never had a problem with his mom’s experimental flavors, except they all hit wrong today.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, shoving the paper cups at Storm. “This batch is... too much.”
Storm finished all the ice cream. “They taste great to me.”
“The lights are too bright,” Linus said.
He had to leap out of the booth twice for customers who walked into the shop. Then he returned to Storm, feeling too exhausted from something that shouldn’t have taken that much energy.
“I think I’m falling sick,” Linus said, sinking heavily back into the booth.
“Again?” Storm frowned deeply. He pressed his forearm against Linus’ forehead, before leaning in to sniff at him.
Storm froze. He pressed closer, tucking his nose against the scent gland at the crook of Linus’ neck.
“What’s wrong?” Linus mumbled.
“You smell different.”
“Because you’ve been scent-marking me more lately?”
“No, it’s not that. You smell... sweet.” Storm filled his lungs with Linus’ scent. “Like honey layered over daffodil.”
Linus frowned. That sounded familiar. “Honey? Like Olson?”
Storm’s eyes widened. “Oh. Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Linus straightened, suddenly alert.
Storm brought Linus’ wrist to his nose and sniffed. Then he turned, the most solemn Linus had ever seen him. “I think you’re pregnant.”
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YOU’RE PREGNANT!?
Storm freaked out a little.
Okay, he was freaking out a lot.
When he first started this thing with Linus—secretly living in Linus’ apartment and protecting him every day, he hadn’t expected anything to come out of it.
Even when he had begun talking to Linus in person, being around him and carefully hiding the details of his secret life, he had never anticipated spending Linus’ heat with him.
Much less knotting him, and knocking him up.
“That’s my baby in there,” Storm said numbly, cupping Linus’ belly with his hand. “I—reallydon’t feel ready. Oh gods.”
All the same, that washis baby.
InLinus.
