What are you going to do if one pops out looking distinctly Saber-like?
Fuck.
I have no idea, and it’s starting to make me nervous that he hasn’t brought it up.
Early the next morning, Laz kisses my forehead, nuzzling his nose to mine. “You feel much cooler this morning.”
My eyes pop open, and he grins.
“Morning,” I mumble, sleepy and out of it.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I’m going to run down and see if the smells I’m catching whiffs of are Samson cooking.”
“Okay,” I agree, snuggling back against Saber’s warm chest.
“I just didn’t want you to wake up and find me missing.” He pecks a kiss on my lips and crawls off the mattress.
Closing my eyes, I try to shut my mind off to fall back to sleep. It doesn’t work, and all the hazy worries I’ve had over the last few days come back even stronger.
I pathetically wished for my quickening to never end so I didn’t have to deal with the reality of all of us going back to our own lives.
Saber said some things that made me think maybe he wants more, but he was also balls deep, and men lie when their euphoria is high.
At least my magic is fully satiated for the first time in a very long time. For whatever reason, sex with Laz and Saber together filled me up in a way that’s hard to achieve.
Or maybe my body is content knowing it’s growing three eggs?
Laz has told me before that full-blooded kraken are often born in monster form. They’ll come out with a mouth of razor-sharp teeth, knowing how to swim and capable of eating small fish. I’m just not sure if, with my DNA in the mix, they could be born siren. In the supernatural world, children most often take after their father’s genetics, but I took after my mother.
There really is no way to tell, so I’m not sure why I’m even worrying about it.
If I was only incubating the eggs, they would all come out male kraken, but some of the babies could be girls, and they could take after any of the three of us.
Boys are one thing.
Daughters are another completely.
You have to be vigilant about protecting all children. Female siren are just at a much greater risk of being abused because our powers can manifest in late adolescence. Just because a siren’s powers manifest, it does not mean they’re an adult.
It doesn’t matter.
I will protect my offspring in a way my mother never did for me.
“Morning, Mama,” Saber says next to my ear. His voice is low and gravelly, lined with sleep. “How’s my baby?”
“Your baby?”
“Yup,” he agrees, nuzzling his cheek to mine from behind. “At least one of those babies you’re carrying is mine. Possibly two, based on how strongly your scent changed yesterday.”
My eyes widen, and I choke out, “What?”
He chuckles, low and throaty. “Don’t worry, at least one belongs to Laz. I guess we’ll see who has the superior sperm, but I was hardcore focusing on getting at least one of my swimmers to hit the egg.” More of that sexy laughing that makes his warm breath fan over my throat. “To be fair, even in my wildest dreams, I never expected the egg I was fertilizing tobe Laz’s, but I’m ignoring that mindfuck for the time being.” His calloused palm slides over my lower stomach. “I know you mentioned you won’t get the cramps that normally come after the quickening winds down. Does that mean you’re back to feeling like yourself?”
I raise my hand, wiggling it from side to side. “I’m mostly back to normal. There may be a few mild waves, but I think yesterday was the last real day.”
He grabs my shoulder, turning me to face him. He has to make room for me to lie on my back, and once I’m settled, he studies my face.
“I know you can’t scent it, but when I touch you, you can feel it.” He cradles my cheek in his giant hand as his light gray eyes glow. “Can’t you?”
