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Story: Cosmo
“Are you sure you’ll be able to get back in if you leave?” Hawk’s brows drew down in concern.
“Oh yeah. We don’t have a problem going any of the directions. I’ve been to see Mom a few times, but it would be even better if she could come here and meet you.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
He gave Hawk an arch glare. “Nobody ever said life was fair, and she can only come when it’s like a direct descendant.”
“Honestly?”
“That’s what it seems to be, but who knows?” The fae had way more rules.
“Hmm. It would be interesting to meet more of your family. I am not opposed to meeting her at all. So I suppose if she will come here, then that would be lovely.”
“I’ll send word then.”
Just like that. Boom. It didn’t have to be difficult. Unless…
“You really are kinda wigged out by the idea, huh? When did your moms… um, leave?” Hawk never talked about his family, so Cosmo was curious.
“Oh, many years ago. So many I’ve lost count.” He could feel Hawk try to picture his mothers, and they were a fuzzy, distant memory.
Goddess, that was…
“Hawk.” Cosmo moved to lay a hand on Hawk’s arm. “Are you going to be super disappointed if we aren’t pregnant?”
Hawk stared at him. “I admit, I’ve had many sweet thoughts about what our baby might look like. A mix of you and me. That would be fun.” Hawk chuckled. “But you know very well I can live without it. We’ve discussed this.”
“We have. I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind.”
Hawk blinked at Cosmo. “Of course not. I love you so much.” Hawk reached for him, pulling him close, those lips hovering above his. “No matter what happens, you have that.”
“I do.” And that he felt inside him. Like the magic Hawk was talking about. “I love you too.”
Hawk nodded. “Then that is all I need.”
“Cool.” He twined his arms around Hawk’s neck. “That means you’ll stop treating me like I’m made of glass? I want you.”
Hawk’s gaze heated, his eyes glowing gold for a moment. “No more glass.”
“Now that,” Cosmo said between kisses, “is what I want to hear.”
Chapter
Seventeen
Hawk straightened his shirt, which somehow had manifested this morning as sort of a lovely embroidered tunic. The pants were a matching leather, which he hadn’t worn in a few centuries, he was certain, and he had high boots on as well.
He was dressed to meet Cosmo’s mother.
No one had told him to expect her today, but apparently, his closet knew things he didn’t.
Even the colors were his old family livery, the red and gold and black impossible to miss.
He brushed his hands down his chest and belly, then took a deep breath. Yes, all right. All he could do to prepare, he had done. So Hawk wandered down to the kitchen, ready to face whatever judgment Cosmo’s mother had for him.
“Wow, you look nice today, Hawk.” Corbin blinked at him from the kitchen table, where he sat nursing a cup of coffee. Corbin wore pajamas printed with polar bears wearing hats and scarves.
“You are also sartorially pleasant this morning,” Hawk said.
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