Page 169 of Nevermore
If I didn’t know she was kidding, sort of since she’s not wrong either, I’d be pissed by that.
But she is, and she’s not.
As I lift a finger and trace the two little bean shaped blobs floating in my body very close to the scar tissue my doctor so thoughtfully labeled, all I can think is, I’m going to be impossible, sure, but my boys wont have to work as hard as they think to keep me on track.
These babies are precious, they were wanted long before they existed, and I’ll be damned if I let anything or anyone take them from me.
The Ravens are having babies.
If that isn’t one hell of a comeback, I don’t know what is.
39
LUCKY
ONE AND A HALF MONTHS LATER
“Busted.”
I cringe as I hold my drumsticks suspended above the snare, my bare foot barely resting on the bass pedal as Leonor walks into the room.
Giving her my best smile, I set the sticks down and straighten up. “Hi, baby cakes.”
“Don’t youhibaby cakesme.” She takes a bite of her sugar free brownie as she heads my way. “You know you’re not supposed to even look at your set for at least another three months.”
“Two and a half,” I correct as I turn on my stool and pull her between my knees. “Are you double fisting baked goods?”
“Yes, but don’t change the subject.”
Grabbing her hips, I ignore the lecture my girl is delivering—again—and press my face to her freshly popped baby bump.
“Hello in there,” I say, talking over Leonor. “It’s yourpapa. Tell yourmamanto give me a break,oui?”
“Lucius.”
I tilt my head slightly and look up as Leo sighs then grin when she runs her fingers through my hair. “You can’t stay mad at me.”
“I’m not.” Another sigh. “I just don’t want you to compromise your recovery because you’re itching to play.”
“I won’t.”
Probably. It’s been really hard to refrain from doing ninety percent of the things I love to do ever since that stupid surgery.
I can’t drum, I can’t work out. No driving. I have to sleep on an incline, which has been hell while sleeping five deep in a king size hotel bed. Sex has been a lot harder, not that I’m complaining about the number of blowjobs I’ve been getting, the fact that I’ve done nothing but effortlessly bottom, or been forced to watch various combinations of my boyfriends with our girl. I’m really not but I’ve always been a very active participant in our sex life and this has been an adjustment.
Especially since Leonor’s drive has been through the roof lately.
It’s like we squeaked into the second trimester and suddenly all of the symptoms that would have tipped one of us off before exploded all at once.
She’s hornier than I’ve ever seen her, very emotional, she has morning sickness right away but after it passes Leo spends the rest of the day eating everything she can get her hands on. She sleeps a lot more than expected, takingmini comasas she puts it because even a twenty minute power nap means she’s hitting her REM cycle within seconds of her eyes closing then waking up in an alternate universe, and more recently, Leonor has had to adjust her wardrobe.
She still wears mostly ratty T-shirts and tiny shorts but as of yesterday, our girl is no longer able to button her jeans.
And I’ve been loving every minute of all of it.
All four of us have, honestly, and despite knowing for sure the two little buns in Leo’s oven are genetically mine and Pete’s, the five of us having babies together has brought us closer than we’ve ever been.
More protective, too.
