“How are you feeling?” Lucas brushes my hair back.
“I’m tried.” I meet his eyes, silently telling him I’ll talk about it later. He kisses me and grabs a blanket to put over my lap. I take a few slow bites of pasta. I’m starving but feeling sick again, and Tabatha has more important things to deal with right now than making me the anti-morning sickness potion.
“They have an opening Saturday morning,” Abby says, coming back into the living room with her phone in her hand. “At ten-thirty.”
“That’s so early,” I say, wrinkling my nose. “I’d have to leave here at like nine-thirty.”
“We can stay in Chicago tomorrow night,” Lucas says. “I’d like to take out to dinner. We need to celebrate.” His eyes go to my stomach.
“Deep dish pizza does sound good. Book it. I’ll very much enjoy dinner and then a spa day in the morning.”
Abby smiles. “Done. I’ll get your info entered, too.”
“Thanks.” I take another bite of pasta and set my bowl down on the coffee table. Eliza is going back to Chicago tonight and is driving Abby. If my sister is nervous to be alone with Eliza, she’s doing a good job at hiding it. She told me before she wasn’t scared to be around vampires if I was with her, since she knows I can handle them.
I trust Eliza, and I hope Abby does, too. If anything, she should know that Eliza wouldn’t do anything to piss Lucas off, and hurting my sister is a good way to get on his bad side.
“Ready to go?” I ask her.
“Yeah. Phil is home now, and I have no idea what I’m going to tell him.”
“Tell him the truth,” I say. “I’m tired of lying and having to keep things secret. He already knows I’m a nephilim.”
“I think I’ll just say demons.” She blinks, slowly shaking her head. “It’s just easier.”
Lucas walks us out to the car and hugs Eliza goodbye before she leaves.
“Thanks for everything, Abby,” I say. “And I’m sorry you got wrapped up in my drama.”
“I’m kind of glad,” she says, slowing when we get to the car. “There’s this whole other world out there, and I had no idea. I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m thinking I’m about to die,” she laughs. “And if it means spending time with you, then it’s worth it. Though if you cast some sort of spell to let us get through the three hours at the spa, I’d be really happy.”
I laugh. “I would, too.”
She hugs me tight and then gets in the car. I wave as they go down the driveway. Yawning, I go inside and am able to eat a a few more bites of pasta and cheese before feeling too sick.
Lucas takes me upstairs, and we shower and get into bed. He spoons his body around mine, resting his hand on my stomach.
“Do you think it’s a girl?” he asks. “You said her.”
“I’m honestly not sure.” I rest my hand on top of his. “When I was unconscious, I thought my dad was talking to me. Maybe he was, or maybe I imagined it all. He said I could do it for her.” I close my eyes, still able to hear my father’s voice loud and clear in my head. “I think it was him. I hope it was, at least.”
“Elena,” Lucas says.
“Who?” I tip my head up.
“For a name. Elena.”
I smile, tears springing to my eyes. “Elena King. I like that.”
“Or Madison.”
“That’s too trendy.”
“Melia?”
“Ohh, that’s pretty.” I close my eyes. “What if it is a boy?”
“Lucas the second,” he says seriously.
I shake my head. “I like moaning your name while we’re having sex. I can’t call our baby the same name.”
Lucas holds me against him. “Our baby.”
“It’s so weird, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he agrees. “But we are adults. Responsible. I’ve been financially stable for centuries. And we’re married. If I wasn’t a vampire, would it be weird?”
“I guess not,” I admit, feeling a little bad. “But I would have expected it and probably tried to prevent it. For a while at least.” I roll over, hooking my leg over him. “Though there’s nothing conventional about us. I like it. It’s our thing.”
He nuzzles against me, and the feel of his cock against me sends a wave of desire through me. I’m exhausted, nauseous, and processing everything that happened at the coven.
But if anyone can repress something bad, it’s me. And tonight…tonight I just want to have sex with my husband—the father of my unborn child—and pass the fuck out.
I tip my head up, kiss Lucas, and do just that.“What’s wrong?” Lucas shoots up the second my feet hit the floor. It’s nearly four a.m., and I just woke up.
“I have to pee,” I tell him. “Nothing is wrong.”
“Oh, okay. Did you have a bad dream?” he asks, not convinced I’m okay.