“Dixie, I . . . ”
“I know I’m not supposed to actually kill anyone, but I swear to Uncle God, I’d do it if you’d been harmed. I promise I won’t leave you again—not even for a moment while you’re here. I’ll keep my back turned in the bathroom, or we can just pee with the door open.”
“I’m a Vamp. I don’t actually do that.”
“Right. Vamps don’t pee. I forgot. Wow, that’s got to be convenient on long car rides. Anyhoo, I’ll still be here and just turn away when you need some privacy. Damn, if I had my power I could shapeshift into a dog or something cool like that, but my magic hasn’t come in all the way yet.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Dixie, are you through?” I asked, worn out by her diatribe and touched by her concern.
She bit her pretty lip and thought for a moment. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
“I went to the waiting area with General George and Bambi. I sensed that my Baby Demons had gone there. The Hell Hounds were amazing and I found not only my little monsters, but also my mate.”
“You found a mate in the waiting room of Hell?” she asked doubtfully.
“Um, no. I found my mate from my life on Earth. He was chained and being tortured by your . . . some Demons.”
“No,” she gasped. “I certainly hoped you killed them.”
For someone who didn’t kill, she was awfully bloodthirsty.
“No, not that I didn’t want to,” I said, remembering Lust slinking all over Ethan’s bound body. “No, I’ll take care of his torturer in a more creative and painful way.”
“Good,” she nodded with approval. If she only knew.
“Your offer to be my protector is lovely, but I do have my mate and he’s a badass mofo.”
“But he’s only a Vampyre and their magic doesn’t work here,” she said.
“I beg to differ,” Ethan said from the couch.
“Oh Hell,” Dixie shrieked and jumped behind me. Peeking out, she grinned sheepishly and waved. “Guess I would have made a crappy bodyguard . . . ”
“You make a better cousin,” I teased, then took her hand and drew her over to the couch. “Dixie, this is my mate Ethan.”
“Nice to meet you,” she whispered, clearly awestruck by his beauty.
“Nice to meet you too.” He grinned and she blushed. I even felt myself swoon under the spell of his wicked smile. “I want to thank you for being good to Astrid and my child. It will not be forgotten.”
“You’re the father of the Baby Demons?” Dixie sputtered. “Astrid, I had no idea that you’d given birth to those little cuties. I thought you found them. I guess it’s kind of odd that you have three-inch kids, but maybe that’s because you mated with a Vampyre. I’m kind of shocked you can have kids since you’re dead and all . . . but I think it’s great that you don’t make them feel bad or inferior, not that you would . . . Oh my Hell, they actually ate their own grandfather.” She turned a pale shade of green when she put that theory together. In truth, she had put nothing together, but she was talking so damned fast I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
“Done?” I asked.
“Um, sure.”
“I most certainly did not give birth to the hooter obsessed Baby Demons,” I laughed. “They have about fifty to sixty years on me and Vampyres have normal sized kids.” I glanced over at Ethan for confirmation on this and he shrugged his shoulders. WTF? I was aware that Vampyres didn’t normally have babies, but he didn’t have to be an unsupportive dick about it. Now I was going to worry that I’d be blowing out an alien until the big day arrived. “Whatever,” I huffed, and gave him the evil eye. He was going to be working those blue balls for a while. “Dixie, I’m pregnant now. It’s a boy.”
“When are you due?” Her body tensed with excitement. “I’ll be coming to Earth in six months. Maybe I’ll be there for the birth! I can babysit for you.”
Did all immortals consider themselves good babysitters? Dixie was a vast improvement over Gigi, but . . .
“I met Grandma.”
“No way.” She backed herself up to the wall and scanned the room nervously.
“Yep. She wants to be called Gigi. Grandma makes her feel old. She’s planning on taking up knitting and pole dancing and I suggested that she might want to try some meds.”
“And you’re still alive?”
“As a dead person can be. She offered to babysit too.”
“Oh . . . um, I’m not sure you want to do that,” she hedged. “Grand, um, Gigi is fucking insane,” she said in a rush and then slapped her hand over her mouth in terror.