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Story: Cosmo
“That’s a blessing, I suppose, but… what if I—what if I’m dooming our baby? What if he hates me?”
“No.” Hawk took his face between those big hands. “No, that could never happen. You are going to be an amazing father, my sweet.”
He held Hawk’s gaze, taking a deep breath. “I love you. I want everything to be all right.”
“It will be then.” Hawk smiled right into his eyes. “You’re magical. I love you. That’s what matters.”
“That’s right. We’re going to make this baby so happy.”
“We are. You and me.”
Cullen let him go so Hawk could pull him to his feet.
“We’ll be back for cookies,” Hawk said.
“Peanut butter and chocolate chip in a couple hours,” Corbin offered.
“Thanks.” He gave his brothers a watery smile. “Really.”
“Of course.” Cullen patted the couch. “I’ll have a spot for both of you for the Lego movie.”
“Perfect. Go make up. We’ll see you in a few.”
Hawk chuckled, lifting Cosmo into his arms. “I make many mistakes, love. Forgive me? I was alone so long.”
“I love you. I will always forgive you.” He circled Hawk’s neck with his arms.
“Thank you.” Hawk carried him to their rooms, to their bed, which was what he’d wanted to begin with, and some of the joy he’d felt began to return.
“We’re having a baby.”
“We are. And I am so proud I could just burst.”
“Oh that would be messy. You should knot me instead,” Cosmo teased.
“What a capital idea.” Hawk laid him on the bed and came down on one knee beside him. Then he took a kiss that curled Cosmo’s toes. “I love you. I swear to you, I will make you happy.”
“You already do.”
“Good.” Hawk rubbed noses with him. “Now let me make you really happy.”
He laughed, arching under his suddenly very unworried mate. “Sounds like the best plan ever.”
Chapter
Nineteen
Hawk prowled his library, searching for just the right tome. He needed a book on dragon lore or fae law or something that would assure him his child would be able to be like Cosmo and go out into all the worlds his father might inhabit.
Just in case.
He had averted the crisis with Cosmo, which had been his own foolish fault. There had been intense loving, cookies, and movies, and Cosmo seemed his happy-go-lucky self again. Which was how Hawk wanted him.
But he needed answers.
He needed to know what options he had. There were so many questions—and he didn’t know who to ask, but he knew he needed books.
So he gathered and stacked and wished there was a dragon librarian on call somewhere… Or a dial-a-fae. Oh, that was funny.
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