Kai removed the lid and set it back on the bed as her gaze locked on the item inside.“Aodh...oh my...”
She began to reach into the box, then pulled her hand away and pressed it between her breasts over her heart. “A sword?Y-you got me a sword?”
“I had it crafted for you.It’s a longsword.Much lighter than my standard broadsword.”
Still, not taking the gift, Kai raised her watery golden-brown gaze and met his.
“Do you like it?”
His heart stilled in his chest as he waited for her response.In the space of time, a minute, an hour, a day, he felt as if he’d never breathe again if he’d made the wrong decision in getting her the weapon.
She nodded, a tear falling as she glanced down at the needle-like sword.“I love it.Besides what you did for me last night, no one has ever given me a gift.And one so beautiful...”
Aodh couldn’t recall the last time he’d cried or even shown that sort of emotion.It wasn’t typical for Drahks, and it sure as hell wasn’t something a Mckenna did.But at that moment, he didn’t think he’d cry, but the tightness of his chest muscles around his swelling heart was the closest he’d ever come to feeling that sort of emotion because of the joy he witnessed on his mate’s face as she finally removed the sword.
Her touch was so delicate he almost laughed, but stifled it.“You know it won’t break; it’s forged steel with a dragon-glass handle and meant to be wielded in a fight.”
“It’s your hearth-stone that makes it so magnificent.”
His chest tightened another inch.“Glad you like it.It is important to Drahk that all in the Thunder can defend themselves if necessary.”
“Wait, are these the black obsidian pieces I chose?”She studied the intricate design of the handle.She ran the tips of her fingers over the flat surface of the narrow blade, mindful of the edge.
“They are.”He was thankful for her cautious touch around the blade’s sides.One slip, and the razor-sharp blades could slice her finger clean off before she knew it had happened.
She swung the sword left, then right, then did it again as she ensured she kept clear of any of their body parts or the furniture.
“I feel inept, clumsy, not knowing how to use this.”
“Everyone learns.Even me.That’s why I spoke with Khuzaimah and she will train you.”
“But, I’m pregnant.Should we wait?”She held the sword's tip down to the stone floor when she looked at him.“Shouldn’t we wait until after?”
“Trust me, it will be fine.”He leaned over and kissed her softly on her brow right where the worry lines bunched briefly.
“I do.Always.”She returned the sword to the box, then kissed him on the jaw.Her stomach growled loudly.“The babe has spoken.Now can you feed me?Your child is about to start a mutiny inside of me.”
“Yes.Then I believe you owe me one.”He winked at her as he got up and set the box on the table.
She rose from her seat.“Owe you one for what—”
He arched a brow at her before he headed to the closet to get Kai a robe and himself pants.
“Oh.”She bit the side of her lip.“Maybe while we eat, I can think of a creative way to repay you.”
Pants on and robe in hand, he approached his smiling mate.“I look forward to whatever comes to your brilliant, naughty mind.”
~YH~
“Fuck!”Liekki stomped up the stairs and into the Mckenna’s office and still pissed off to the point of wanting to kick something or hit someone.
He could hear Aodh’s assistant working in his office and on the radio with one of the various Thunder leaders.Liekki knew he should have at least walked into Yeongi’s office and said something, gave the guy a wave, a signal, he was here and ready to get the day started, but Liekki wasn’t feeling fucking cordial right now.
So, he had walked past the smaller office.
Sitting behind the glass and steel expanse of his brother’s desk with more than a few reports from the day before stacked there waiting for Liekki to review in Aodh’s absence, Liekki groaned.
He didn’t mind covering for his brother, particularly with Aodh deciding to give Kai the human wedding of her heart and allowing them some time to connect was all well and good.However, there was paperwork that came with the job or providing the office hours to hear the petty squabbles of the Thunder.
