Page 87 of Within the Veil

"I'd like that," I say earnestly, a gentle lilt to my voice and a soft smile present as I speak.

He kisses me gently, "Let's get to the house and get all five of you some food. Before they all decide to eat the keepers instead."

The thing is, considering this morning I'm measuring at eight months, when I'm technically almost 14 weeks along, he is probably right.

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Hudson

We appear in the kitchen to everyone's knowing smiles. I ignore them in favor of basking in the smell of food as I wobble to the dining table, avoiding the kitchen counter stools which look a little too olympic-y to me right now.

Grayson grabs me for a kiss before I manage to sit down, and I lean into him with a sigh, grateful that he isn't shoving another straw in my mouth.

He pulls back with a soft chuckle, his eyes sparkling, "I love that you are so happy, Angel."

I smile back, "I love you, sugar puff giant pie of muscled fluff."

A laugh burst out of his lips, and I shoot him a wink and sit down, all the while my heart is doing a happy dance because not only is everyone approving but all I can think isDate. He wants to date me. NOT hit it and quit it.

Zane lets out a frustrated growl as he strides forward, his hands laden with food, his eyes flash, "You're going to have to stop bringing that shit up."

"Well I mean, if the condom fits..." I tease and I look at him up and down.

He rolls his eyes, places a large pizza in front of me, a jaw of pickles and a giant cup filled with the green nectar of all things porn inspired.

My mouth waters and I clap excitedly as he leans down to brush his lips against mine, "I would kiss you properly, but I think you're drooling." He jokes.

I ignore him because...umm, pizza porn... and set to eat my pizza with a single-minded focus, moaning at every flavor explosion, and when it's gone and the jar of pickles is empty I look up to a range of mildly disturbed, amused and slack-jawed looks. It's as if they have never seen a hungry woman eat.

"What?! I was hungry," I scowl.

"Babygirl, there is hunger and then there is whatever the fuck that just was. I don't think I've ever felt sorry for food before," Ryder shakes his head.Rude.

Jensi waves his hand with a snort, "Ever since seeing Sausage Party, I always hear the tiny screams of my food as I eat."

Oberon frowns, " is that one of those salacious movies humans watch?" His voice is laced with bewilderment and I burst out laughing.

"No, it's just the name of a movie where the food cries when it's being eaten," Remi responds, a giggle escaping her lips.

"Much like my enemies, I like it." Oberon nods, his face smoothing with understanding. Definitely missing the point, but he's adorable, so it's okay.

He scowls at my thoughts, but before he can respond, Xena appears in the room with a package in her mouth.

I swear my life has become a live-action Pokemon movie, 'suddenly a wild fae appears,' I think to myself with an internal eye roll.

Human, I have brought you a gift from the Dragons.

"God, don't let it be more Iced-Coffee. I have to draw the line somewhere," I mutter.

Xena rolls her eyes,No. But it will help you train for battle.

My eyes shoot open, my body leaning forward, as my blood races, "When you say battle..." I ask, my voice almost vibrating.

Instead of answering, she sucks me into her brain...I mean really... there has to be an etiquette to this shit.

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Xena