monkey back to the uninvited jungle. “I think we’ll stick with Hell Hounds. Hi, Gaia.”
“You’re absolutely gorgeous!” Mother Nature pronounced, literally flying over to Elle and laying her head on her stomach. “Ohhhh, I can hear him gabbing away in there. He’s a naughty little one.”
“What did he say?” I demanded.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” my mother said with a trill of laughter. “This little man will be a handful. Much worse than you were, Lucifer.”
I was quite put out that my boy had spoken to my mother and not to me. I’d laid my head on Elle’s stomach for an hour earlier and serenaded my baby with Journey’s greatest hits. He didn’t say a word, only kicked me in the head… or possibly punched me in the head. It was unclear if I was assaulted by an arm, leg, head, elbow or an ass. I didn’t care. It was awe inspiring. My baby already punched like a champion. He was clearly brilliant.
“So, Gaia,” Elle said, looking down at her stomach with an expression that was difficult to decipher. “You’re saying that our son will be a gorgeous, deceitful, lying, cheating, shit?”
“Umm… well… I don’t …ahh… don’t know if I would put it exactly like that,” she stuttered.
My mother’s eyes went huge as she glanced over at me at a loss for words. Mother Nature was never at a loss for words. It was tremendous. Almost as tremendous as the way Elle had just described our boy.
Elle’s power was enormous, and she was pregnant. It was a lethal combination. My mother knew it, and I’d been living through it. Pissing the Keeper of Fate off was a no-no.
“We can only hope,” I said, placing my hand on Elle’s stomach and kissing her cheek.
“You are correct, Devil,” Elle said with a laugh as she rubbed her stomach with glee. “I simply wouldn’t know what to do with a baby who was truthful and sweet.”
“Oh my,” Mother Nature said with a relieved giggle. “Two peas in a pod—soon to be three.”
A gust of wind mixed with lavender glitter gently blew through the room, bathing the jungle in a purple mist as Sadie appeared. Elle squealed with joy at the sight of her mother.
“My Elle,” Sadie said with a delighted little gasp.
The older Siren’s eyes filled with tears as she slowly approached her daughter and touched her stomach with reverence.
“Isn’t she lovely?” Mother Nature whispered as the two women fussed over my lover.
“The most beautiful girl in the world,” Sadie said as she took Elle’s face in her hands and pressed her lips to her forehead. “A miracle. This is a true miracle.”
I stood and watched for twenty minutes as my mother and Elle’s oohed and ahhed over my mate. And then I got a bit antsy. It was my superb swimmers that had helped produce the boy. Didn’t I deserve some of the praise? I was the fucking Devil and we were in Hell for the love of everything illegal.
Feeling slighted and left out, I opened my mouth.
I shouldn’t have.
“Funny thing,” I said with a casual chuckle, walking over to the trio and wedging my way in. “I thought Elle kept trying to behead me because she was having her monthly lady time.”
My mother and Sadie gaped at me like I was a dolt.
“That’s what you were asking advice on when you visited me?” my mother inquired as she began to laugh. “You had no clue Elle was pregnant?”
“Of all the things,” Sadie said, joining my mother in her ridiculous cackling.
“Lucifer, really,” my mother said wiping tears of amusement from her eyes. “Are you that daft?”
“Not so fast,” Elle snapped, halting the laughter with the tone of her voice. “You will not disrespect the father of my child. I’m the only one allowed to do that. Neither one of us knew I was pregnant. Astrid had to tell us yesterday. I thought I had an out of control sweet tooth and gas.”
I grinned with pride at my lover’s defense of me. Elle was simply perfect in every dastardly way.
It also kept me from having to electrocute my mother which would not have ended well.
Sadie stood silently and tried to bite back her grin. She was losing.
“We shit you not,” Elle said with a raised brow. “How would we know? A Siren hasn’t been pregnant in millions of years due to our sexual intercourse homicidal issues.”
“Lucifer, you have eight daughters,” my mother pointed out.