Page 16 of Expecting The Unexpected

But, damned if he would allow his child to ever feel that way about himself!

With those words the next words came out loud and strong.“Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me...”

Spencer was so into his mind, that he never heard anyone approach him as he sang those last words“You’re gonna be always loved by me.”

Spencer sat there and brought his hands off the keys to place his hand on his stomach, when he heard the soft words, “Yes, he is, Spencer. We’re going to love him as much as we do you.”

He hadn’t heard Petree, but he had felt when he had sat down. If his friend was here, that meant the others were as well, but he wasn’t ready to see everyone yet.

Turning his head to look at Petree, Spencer whispered, “Thank you. How did you find out? I know Elijah and Caden didn’t say anything.”

“It wasn’t hard. If it hadn’t been when you spoke to your stomach, telling it how everything was going to be okay. It damn sure was known with that last song you sang... which I have to say... way to go. I didn’t know you had that in you.”

Spencer gave Petree as small smile, “My mom taught me how to play the piano and guitar when I was a kid. I like to fiddle with it every once in a while.”

“Oh, I know you can play, Elijah talks about it all the time, and I even knew you had a good voice, but to be told about it and hear it are two completely different things,” Petree replied.

“I’m nowhere near as good as Elijah though,” Spencer said.

“Not many are and even so, you are extremely good. Now you want to tell us what happened?” Petree asked.

Spencer shook his head. “Not really.”

“Spenc, you know we’re here for you. Just tell us how this happened? Who did this to you? How the hell did it happen?” Mason asked.

Spencer didn’t know how to answer when he heard Hron’s voice, and realized that Mason’s words hadn’t been spoken to him, “I don’t know, but I plan on finding out.”

Those words had Spencer turning around so fast, he almost knocked Petree off the bench. “I won’t tell you. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter, Spencer. If I have a clutch member that is taking it upon himself to impregnate...”

“It wasn’t like that! It was an accident. He didn’t know. We weren’t exactly thinking about pregnancy when we... when we... well you know.”

Hron sighed, “Spencer, a Nakaka is taught as a chickpea about how their release gland works and how to...”

Spencer jumped up screaming, “I don’t care! He didn’t do it on purpose! I know he didn’t. He isn’t like that.”

“Just tell me who...?”

Spencer snapped, “No! I’m sorry, Hron, but this isn’t any of your business. I won’t do that. I won’t...”

“It’s mine.” Came the soft voice from the back of the room.

Everyone turned to see Throg walking up, until he was just at the stage. “Spencer’s right. I didn’t do it on purpose. I don’t even know how it happened. My only defense is that things were kind of... rushed. I must have accidently released the wrong gland.”

“You? You’re telling me that you... but you’re one of the oldest Nakaka in this clutch, Throg. How the hell could you create a child and not know what you were doing?” Hron asked in complete shock.

Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of Throg. Gods, the man was so fucking hot. That quiet power and strength, the smell of crisp chlorine, like a pool that’d just been cleaned, filled the air, and damn, if Spencer didn’t feel his cock harden.

“Like I said, things got a bit out of control,” Throg explained.

The Nakaka’s wings started to flutter behind Throg’s back, drawing Spencer’s attention to them They were a teal leathery dragon-style wing, and Spencer knew they only moved so much when Throg was getting agitated. It was almost hypnotical to Spencer, and he was caught off guard when Petree asked, “Do you want to talk to Throg, Spencer? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Throg has already made his intentions perfectly clear. A baby changes nothing,” Spencer said, forcing himself to turn away.

“Spencer, wait,” Throg called out.

Shaking his head, Spencer didn’t turn around, as he said, “It’s fine, Throg. You already refused me. I will not have a mate like a bride has a shotgun at her wedding.” He turned, softly saying, “I won’t keep the child from you if you want to see him or her, but I won’t force you into something you don’t want, because of it either.”