I’d die. I’d come to count on the heat constantly blazing from my mates’ eyes.
We entered the dining room. A number of warriors were in groups, eating and chatting. But my eyes were drawn only to my mates. They stood, along with Maxim and Ryston, at our arrival. While they nodded at Rachel, my mates only had eyes for me as well.
“Have something you want to tell us?” Hunt asked.
I looked to Rachel, who was being pulled into Ryston’s arms as Maxim kissed the top of her head.
“Mind readers.” She laughed, rolled her eyes, then gave her attention to her mates.
Hunt took me by the arm, led me out of the room and down the hall. “Where are we going? I thought we were having dinner with the others.”
Tyran scooped me up into his arms, held me close. “I think there’s something you want to tell us. Something small, but getting bigger by the minute.”
I saw the heat in his gaze, the love, felt both blast me through the collar. I was glad he held me, for Hunt’s emotional assault was powerful.
“Oh,” I gasped, tugged at the collar. “You already know?” A shadow of disappointment hovered. I’d wanted to surprise them. I really, really did.
“Say it,” Tyran said.
I looked to him, then glanced at Hunt, who stood in front of us, his gaze blazing with just as much love and heat. I was sheltered between them.
“We’re having a baby.”
Hunt whooped for joy, surprising warriors who passed.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “This doesn’t mean I won’t be working, or that you’ll be carrying me like this everywhere for the next nine months,” I grumbled.
Tyran carried me in the direction of our quarters with Hunt walking alongside. “We will not hold you back, mate. But you must not take risks.”
Hunt scowled. “I will discuss this with Kiel. We will double her guard.”
Tyran nodded. “Good. I will speak with the governor and cut back her hours.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” I smacked Tyran on the shoulder and Hunt on the chest, stretching to reach him. “Women work and have babies all the time.” When they both grinned, the joke was up. “You two are terrible.”
I’d fought long and hard for my independence. I probably would rest more as I got bigger. I had no idea just how big a Prillon baby might be, but based on my mates, I was guessing a healthy ten pound bundle of joy wasn’t an unlikely outcome.
Hunt reached over and brushed his finger along my cheek. “You know we just want you to be safe.”
“I know. I’m careful.”
“You better be.” Tyran practically growled, but I felt the swirl of contentment between all three of us. This was what I’d wanted when I walked into the testing center all those months ago. Men who loved me, protected me, respected me. Made me whole, just as I did for them. And a baby? That was my bonus prize.
“But I don’t want you to be too careful,” I insisted, and let my hardcore lust for my mates blast them through the collars. Tyran’s step faltered, but he recovered quickly.
“Don’t worry. This doesn’t mean we won’t tie you to the bed and have our way with you.”
My sensitive nipples hardened. They knew how much I liked that, submitting and giving myself to them, just as they gave every part of themselves to me in return.
“Yes, please,” I replied.