The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood #12) - J.R. Ward Page 0,101

did you…” He cleared his throat. “How long ago was this?”

“Over a year.”

“Damn…”

“Like I said, I’ve felt like this for a while. And I thought you’d change your mind. I knew it wasn’t a priority for you.” She was trying to be diplomatic on that one. “I thought … well, now that I’m saying it, I realize I never did talk to you about where I was at. There just hasn’t been time.”

“I’m sorry. I know I already apologized, but … goddamn it.”

“It’s all right.” She closed her eyes. “And I know where you’re coming from. It’s not like I haven’t seen you every night looking like you wanted to be anywhere else but where you were.”

There was another long silence.

“There’s something else,” he said after a while.

“What?”

“I think you’re going into your needing. Soon.”

Even as Beth’s jaw dropped open, in the back of her mind, something kindled. “I … how do you know?”

The mood swings. The chocolate cravings. The weight gain …

“Shit,” she said. “I, ah … oh, shit.”

Annnnnnnnd that just about summed it up, Wrath thought as he eased back in the library’s desk chair. At his feet, George was stretched out on the rug, that big, boxy head resting on one of Wrath’s shitkickers as if offering support.

“I can’t be sure.” Wrath rubbed his aching temple. “But as your mate, I’m going to be affected as soon as your hormones start fluxing—my blood runs hotter, my emotions are stronger, my temper gets really touchy. Like, you’re out of the house now, right? And I feel more myself than I have in about two weeks. But during that argument we had? I was kinda nuts.”

“Two weeks … that’s about the time I started checking in and then sitting with Layla. And yeah, you were really out there.”

“Now”—he held up his forefinger to make the point even though she wasn’t with him in person—“this is not to excuse the way I behaved. It’s just context. I can talk to you over the phone like this and keep it together enough so I can explain myself. When you’re with me? Again, not an excuse and not your fault, but I’m wondering if it didn’t play a part in all of that.”

As he leaned to the side and put his hand on his dog, George lifted his head, the golden seeking, sniffing, giving a little lick. Stroking the long waves that grew from that barrel chest, Wrath pulled them out and flattened them on George’s forelegs.

“God, Wrath, when I didn’t wake up with you just now…”

“Horrible. I know. It was the same for me—or maybe even worse. I wasn’t sure whether I’d really fucked things up. Like, no-going-back-fucked-up.”

“You haven’t.” There was a rustling, like she was shifting around on the bed. “And I guess I knew we’ve been kind of working in parallel for the last while. I just hadn’t realized how much time we’ve lost—and other things. Going down to Manhattan, getting away together, really talking. It’s been a while.”

“Honestly, that’s another reason I don’t want a kid. I can barely keep connected with you at this point. I don’t have anything to offer a young.”

“That’s not true. You’d make a wonderful father.”

“In another universe, maybe.”

“So what do we do?” she asked after a moment.

Wrath rubbed his eyes. Damn, he felt hungover as hell. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

They’d each said their piece in the way it should have been done in the first place. Reasonably. Calmly.

Actually, he’d been the problem on that one, not her.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again. “It doesn’t go far enough, on so many levels. But there’s nothing else I can … man, I’m getting really fucking tired of feeling impotent.”

“You are not impotent,” she said dryly. “We’ve well established that.”

All he could do was grunt in response. “When are you coming home?”

“Now. I’ll drive in—I think there’s an extra car here somewhere.”

“Wait until after dark.”

“Wrath, we’ve been through this before. I’m perfectly fine in the sunlight. Besides, it’s nearly four-thirty. There’s not much left.”

As he pictured her out in the bright light of day, his stomach churned—and he thought of Payne calling him out on being a closet chauvinist. Compared to worrying about his shellan, it was so much easier to lay down an I forbid. The problem was what it did to Beth.

He really couldn’t put her in a gilded cage just so he didn’t have to freak out about her safety.

And maybe this pregnancy thing for him was just a deeper