Reign of Night (Thorne Hill #7) - Emily Goodwin Page 0,59
they’ve suspected me already and popping the potion in my mouth will be too late, won’t it?”
“We will give you a warning. I’m not sure how, but you will know.”
“Thanks. Can you stay a while?”
“Yes, a while.”
“Good, because I have to tell you about a demon we dealt with last night.”
“Mhhh,” I moan as Lucas drags his fingers up and down my back. “That feels good.” We’re in bed, and a fire is crackling in the fireplace, lighting the dark room. I’m sweaty from the marathon sex we just had, and my body is on overdrive from the back-to-back orgasms.
“I have a surprise for you,” Lucas says, putting his lips to the back of my neck.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?” I ask, rolling over onto my back. Lucas splays his fingers over my belly. “Cheese? For some reason, I think it’s cheese.”
“If that’s what you’re hoping for, no, it’s not cheese.”
“That’s okay. I have some in the fridge. If it’s not cheese, then what is it?”
“I booked you a prenatal massage at Serenity for seven p.m. tonight.”
Serenity is the only salon in Thorne Hill. I’ve gotten my hair trimmed there before, in between attempts at doing it myself. It’s small but nice, and Alexa Myer, the owner, comes into the bookstore frequently. She loves cozy mysteries and is always the first to get a new one when we get them in stock.
“When did you do this?” I turn on my other side, hooking a leg over Lucas.
“A few days ago.”
“Did you forget and just happened to get the text reminder? It’s what, four p.m. now?”
“Four-thirty, and no. I didn’t want to tell you in case we had to cancel. You’ve had enough disappointment lately, I didn’t want to add to it, no matter how insignificant it may seem.”
“Oh, Lucas,” I say, eyes brimming with tears. “Stupid hormones.”
He smiles and wipes away a tear that rolls down the side of my face. “Anything for you, my love. Though I think you’ll find my hands are much more skilled. Getting a prenatal massage seems like part of a normal pregnancy, and I told you I want to give you as much normalcy that a witch would have.”
“You are so good to me.” I tug him over, wanting him on top of me.
“We won’t be able to do this for much longer,” he says, propping himself up with his elbows. “Are you comfortable?”
“I am.” I bring both hands up and rake my fingers through his hair. “I know the woman who owns the salon.”
“You know a lot of people in Thorne Hill. It’s a small town.”
“True, but what I mean is, I know her. And she knows I’m pregnant now that I’m getting a prenatal massage.”
“Yes, pregnant women get prenatal massages. I’m not following here, Callie.”
“What am I going to tell them?”
“In regard to what?”
“How I got pregnant.”
“I’m sure they know how babies are made, and you’re a married woman, Callie.” He puts his lips to mine, and for a brief moment, I forget the point I’m trying to make.
“But you’re a vampire,” I say between kisses. “What if they ask how it happened?”
He pushes himself up enough to look at me. “Do people typically ask pregnant women how it happened?”
“No, but most pregnant women aren’t married to vampires.”
“If anyone asks how your vampire husband got you pregnant, tell them it’s none of their business. Because it’s not. Or if you want to go into specifics and tell them what position I fucked you in, tell them.”
“Fair enough, and the only people who are gonna ask are people who I’m close to because they know I wouldn’t go to a sperm bank and buy some sperm for you to shoot into me.”
“I am so glad I married a classy lady,” Lucas says, and I laugh.
“Oh, I know! I can say you had sperm frozen. Not everyone knows how old you are.”
“I’d rather you say that than go with your buying random sperm idea. That baby is mine.”
I smile and run my fingers through his hair again, twirling a curl around my finger. “I hope she has your hair.”
“And your eyes.” Lucas moves to the side and moves me so his body is spooned around mine. He pulls up my shirt and rests his hand on my stomach again. “She’s growing fast.”
“Is that a nice way to tell me I’m getting fat?” I joke.
“Not fat, but pregnant. And it’s so fucking hot.” He slides his hand down my stomach, going between my legs. “I thought