Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 02
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Quentin’s hand caressed her breast tenderly. “These little gems will remain perky into your dotage, madam.”
Her heart twisted. She had to tell him. “I may choose never to turn. What if I want to grow old and be a grandmother?”
Quentin’s eyes misted. “I’ll hold you every night and love you gently until the day you die, and then I’ll watch over our child and her children. I won’t ever stop loving you.”
Tears streaked down the side of her face and she sobbed, clutching at his shoulders. When the storm passed, she sniffed and gave little laugh. “Look at us, blubbering like babies.”
He smiled tenderly and smoothed the tears from her cheeks with his fingertips.
“You know, I have the oddest craving for Cookies N’ Cream.”
Quentin closed his eyes, a look of intense euphoria on his face. “Yes, with liver chasers.”
Darcy’s face stretched into a grin. “Was that what you were hiding in the kitchen? Sympathy cravings?”
His frown didn’t dim her mirth. “It’s not funny. I’m afraid what other indignities the next nine months will hold.”
Darcy laughed. “I can see you in the emergency room. We’ll need two cots.”
His expression held horror. “Do you think so? Bugger me!”
She grew serious again. “What about Joe?” she asked. “Can you share our child with him?”
“I’m resigned that he’ll be a part of our lives, if he wants it. But I will not share a wife.”
Afraid she might start crying again, she said, “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“No. I’m telling you what will be.”
“I like it when you get all mastery.”
His eyebrow rose, and the smirk she loved tipped the corners of his mouth. “Oh, I can give you mastery, love. Shall I show you?” He leaned over her.
Her palm against his shoulder, she held him back. “One more question first.”
He waited, his expression alert.
“Will our son be born in Vero or in Seattle?”
The smirk deepened. “Seeing as we both work for the SU, I think that question is already answered.”
“You and Captain Springer have been doing a lot of talking while I was out.”
“We’re like this,” he said, crossing his fingers. “Besides, did I ever tell you how much I detest the cold?”
“Some members of the team won’t be very happy about a vampire joining the team permanently.”
“Three vampires, love. And Max will just have to get over it.”
“Three?”
“Emmy’s determined to be a doting aunt. And Dylan and I have a mind to institute a governing council of vampires to help keep the peace.”
“So I’m marrying a politician?”
“You’re marrying a Master. Think you can handle it?”
Her hand crept around his cock. “I already am.”