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“What?”

“Cosmo, the pink one. You know him, right? You’ve been like doing the—” Cullen stuck his index finger through the ring that his thumb and his other index finger made, and performed a definitive, penetrative act motion.

“Yes, Cullen, I know who he is. And yes. We’ve been intimate.”

“Oh, fancy. I guess that’s better than just fucking. Still, that wasn’t my question. Do you think he is with child? Knocked up? Preggers? Cooking a bun in the oven? Hatching an egg?”

“Well, he hasn’t said anything, and he hasn’t been throwing up in the mornings…”

“You know that that’s not, like, absolutely necessary. Some people don’t.”

“Honestly, the number of dragons I’ve known that have been pregnant I can count on one hand,” Hawk admitted.

“We need at least two, possibly also a foot. And you don’t have to have morning sickness. But he looks different. He seems different.”

“Maybe he’s simply happy.”

“Does happy make you smell different? I mean, I guess it could. I don’t think so, though. We’ve been happy and unhappya bunch. I don’t remember ever being like ‘Oh, you stink with unhappiness. Hmm, you smell like roses. You must be so happy’.”

Hawk stopped and stared at him. “You think he smells like roses?”

Hawk had always thought Cosmo smelled like roses, but the boys had always suggested that he was insane.

“Yeah, kind of. Kind of a lot like roses.”

“Hmmm.” Hawk pondered that. “I suppose we’ll know soon enough if he is.” Their several-day binge on each other had rather seemed like heat sex.

“That would be cool. To have a baby around. It’s so not fair you can’t go to Lunastra.”

“Mmm.” Hawk had learned to keep his noises noncommittal when it came to the dragonlands. It was a moot point. If he went through, he couldn’t come back. So he stayed where he was.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve talked to Cosmo about it.” Cullen gave him a quick little glance. “I think it’s cool that you’re not being a bitch about this whole thing, you know. I think it’s… I mean we’re triplets. We need each other, and he needs you. And that makes you family.”

“Thank you, Cullen. I’m honored to be your family.”

“I wish you could meet the boss though. You’d like him. You two would get along great.”

He still couldn’t believe that his Cosmo had been part of some sort of strange rescue team. It seemed to him that Cosmo was this sweet, gentle, innocent omega, and he just… He simply couldn’t see it. He simply couldn’t see Cosmo and the others out there rescuing dragons.

Part of him wondered if perhaps he had somehow misunderstood what they said they did. But he didn’t know.

He just couldn’t see it.

“Yeah. Ah well.” Cullen waved a hand. “Anyway. Cosmo. Preggers.”

“I’ll just ask him how he feels,” Hawk murmured.

“Oh, cool. That way we don’t have to.”

Hawk chuckled, watching Corbin dip Cosmo in a most dramatic way. “No. That will be my job.”

“Coolios.” Cullen surprised him with a kiss to his cheek. “You want a cookie?”

“Hmm. Yes. I would love a white chocolate one with the nuts.”

“Those are the best! Want to play Yahtzee?” Cullen got up to grab cookies, even as Corbin and Cosmo said?—

“Ooh! Yahtzee!”