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Authors: Alisa Woods
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by rubbing it. “As if you know anything about babies.”
Rachel scowled. “Hey, I’ve been reading up. I’m going to be a fucking expert on this by the time the baby gets here. Not that you’re giving me much time, mind you.”
It was true. She was already almost four weeks into the six-week pregnancy… and she was starting to get big. That hadn’t slowed down her lovemaking with Lucian, but they had to get a little more creative. He was out in the great room now with Cinaed and Leonidas, awaiting the fashion show, once Arabella and Rachel had made their selections from the vast quantity of clothing Cinaed had conjured for them. Arabella had barely managed to banish Lucian from the room—he still was clinging to her side every moment. Most of the time, that was delicious and sexy, but occasionally she needed some room to breathe. And time to go through baby clothes he couldn’t stand to look at. And a visit with her best friend in her apartment—technically still the guest apartment, but Rachel had started decorating it with Cinaed’s help.
This was just the kind of break she needed.
“So, how are things going with Cinaed?” Arabella asked with feigned casualness.
“Oh, don’t even get started with me on that.” Rachel scowled and rifled through a pile of clothes they had yet to even touch. “I specifically asked him to conjure some non-primary-color suits, and there’s nothing here that’s even close to pastel yellow.”
Arabella shook her head and chuckled.
“What?” asked Rachel, indignant. “You’d think the man could honor a simple request.”
“Do you guys fight over everything?” Arabella asked with a smirk. “Still?”
“That man has too many opinions,” Rachel grumbled.
Arabella laughed outright at that. “Right. Sure.”
Rachel stuck her tongue out at her, then pulled a tiny train conductor suit from the pile. “Why do you want me to hook up with that guy, anyway? I’m keeping my eyes on the prize here, Ari. Which is you. And the baby.” She held up the train suit. “I’m thinking this thing has gotta go in the no pile.”
“Agreed.” Arabella sighed and then twitched a little as the baby kicked.
Rachel’s sharp-eyed gaze noticed right away. “You okay?”
Arabella waved it off. “Yeah, fine. The baby gets more active every day. He just likes jumping around in there.”
Rachel scowled. “I’m sorry, but that’s gotta be a little strange, right? I mean…” She waved her hand in the general direction of Arabella. “It’s like you’ve got some kind of alien moving around inside you. It’s every horror movie you’ve ever seen.”
Arabella smirked. “Someday, when you have your own dragonling, you’ll understand.”
Her best friend gave her a look like she was crazy. “Not going to happen.”
A flush of heat washed through Arabella. She sucked in a breath and blew it out slowly. The waves had been hitting a little more frequently lately. For no reason at all, that she could tell. It wasn’t like they came when she was more active, or stressed out, or whatever. She could be just sitting on the bed like she was now, and one would just subtly ramp up, heating her body in a wave, and then recede. She didn’t even mention them, not anymore, to Rachel. Or anyone else, really. Especially not Lucian. They would just get worried looks on their faces, and there wasn’t anything to be done about them unless they were super serious like that one time. Then she would say something. But she didn’t want them to get worked up unnecessarily. Or have Cinaed rip off her clothes and send her into an ice bath unless, and until, that was required.
Rachel didn’t even notice with the way she was flinging little outfits right and left off the pile on the bed. She got to the bottom and declared, “Okay, I’m going to fucking kill the man. No pastels. Zero. Zip. Nada.” She straightened up and planted her hands on her hips, staring hard at the offending pile.
Oh
Rachel scowled. “Hey, I’ve been reading up. I’m going to be a fucking expert on this by the time the baby gets here. Not that you’re giving me much time, mind you.”
It was true. She was already almost four weeks into the six-week pregnancy… and she was starting to get big. That hadn’t slowed down her lovemaking with Lucian, but they had to get a little more creative. He was out in the great room now with Cinaed and Leonidas, awaiting the fashion show, once Arabella and Rachel had made their selections from the vast quantity of clothing Cinaed had conjured for them. Arabella had barely managed to banish Lucian from the room—he still was clinging to her side every moment. Most of the time, that was delicious and sexy, but occasionally she needed some room to breathe. And time to go through baby clothes he couldn’t stand to look at. And a visit with her best friend in her apartment—technically still the guest apartment, but Rachel had started decorating it with Cinaed’s help.
This was just the kind of break she needed.
“So, how are things going with Cinaed?” Arabella asked with feigned casualness.
“Oh, don’t even get started with me on that.” Rachel scowled and rifled through a pile of clothes they had yet to even touch. “I specifically asked him to conjure some non-primary-color suits, and there’s nothing here that’s even close to pastel yellow.”
Arabella shook her head and chuckled.
“What?” asked Rachel, indignant. “You’d think the man could honor a simple request.”
“Do you guys fight over everything?” Arabella asked with a smirk. “Still?”
“That man has too many opinions,” Rachel grumbled.
Arabella laughed outright at that. “Right. Sure.”
Rachel stuck her tongue out at her, then pulled a tiny train conductor suit from the pile. “Why do you want me to hook up with that guy, anyway? I’m keeping my eyes on the prize here, Ari. Which is you. And the baby.” She held up the train suit. “I’m thinking this thing has gotta go in the no pile.”
“Agreed.” Arabella sighed and then twitched a little as the baby kicked.
Rachel’s sharp-eyed gaze noticed right away. “You okay?”
Arabella waved it off. “Yeah, fine. The baby gets more active every day. He just likes jumping around in there.”
Rachel scowled. “I’m sorry, but that’s gotta be a little strange, right? I mean…” She waved her hand in the general direction of Arabella. “It’s like you’ve got some kind of alien moving around inside you. It’s every horror movie you’ve ever seen.”
Arabella smirked. “Someday, when you have your own dragonling, you’ll understand.”
Her best friend gave her a look like she was crazy. “Not going to happen.”
A flush of heat washed through Arabella. She sucked in a breath and blew it out slowly. The waves had been hitting a little more frequently lately. For no reason at all, that she could tell. It wasn’t like they came when she was more active, or stressed out, or whatever. She could be just sitting on the bed like she was now, and one would just subtly ramp up, heating her body in a wave, and then recede. She didn’t even mention them, not anymore, to Rachel. Or anyone else, really. Especially not Lucian. They would just get worried looks on their faces, and there wasn’t anything to be done about them unless they were super serious like that one time. Then she would say something. But she didn’t want them to get worked up unnecessarily. Or have Cinaed rip off her clothes and send her into an ice bath unless, and until, that was required.
Rachel didn’t even notice with the way she was flinging little outfits right and left off the pile on the bed. She got to the bottom and declared, “Okay, I’m going to fucking kill the man. No pastels. Zero. Zip. Nada.” She straightened up and planted her hands on her hips, staring hard at the offending pile.
Oh
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