Alien Paladin's Woman: SciFi Alien-Human Military Suspense Romance (23 page)

She had been waiting for the moment and she supposed it was as good as it got.

Light framed Tieran's face as he waited for her to speak, his eyes glinting in the glow outside.

Audrey took a deep breath.

Of all the things in the world, the outcome of what she was about to say was the one thing she still feared. Tieran had been given all the freedom he could desire as a paladin, but he was still bound to that position. She didn't know if he'd be happy or horrified to have something that would tie him down completely.

She supposed it was better to just come out with it.

"I'm going to have a baby," she said. "
We're
going to have a baby."

In any other circumstance, watching Tieran's eyes go wide and his mouth open without a word coming out would have been delightfully funny to Audrey. Right then, she shivered from head to toe, knowing it had nothing to do with the temperature outside.

Then Tieran smiled, more gorgeous than she'd ever seen him. He placed one hand gently on her belly, feeling the place where their child was growing inside her.

"Are you—" Audrey began. "Tieran?"

In response, he kissed her so forcefully it startled her. The paladin lifted her into his arms, hugging her so tightly it banished all of her concerns.

"That is the best thing I've ever heard," he said when he finally put her down.

Audrey looked at him, the last sliver of fear in her heart.

"Can we do this?" she asked. "I don't think this has ever happened before. A Terran and a Palian having a child… especially a paladin and a Terran."

"No," Tieran admitted. "But this is amazing and nothing is going to take this from us, I promise. My people are accepting of everything. No matter what comes, we will always be together. You and me and our child."

Grinning, Tieran scooped her up and with her laughter echoing behind them, he carried her away from the walkway and into their rooms. Soon, Verien would demand their attention again, but they deserved a moment for themselves. Whenever they’d taken one, only good things had followed.

They were home at last.

H
er world was doing
cartwheels and Naima wanted it to stop.

"The Fearless," she repeated, aware that every last member of her team was staring at her like she'd just turned into the legendary monster herself. "The thing I saw – it was a Fearless?"

"It was
the
Fearless," the general corrected her. "Answer my question. Does it know where you are?"

Most gorgeous man I've ever met, and already the most infuriating. Brions really have no social skills.

"I don't know," she replied honestly. "It saw me, that's for sure."

Captain Gordon's eyes were warning her to be careful and logically she knew he was right, but her temper got the better of her. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire that had been dying out, she couldn’t help but flare to life.

It felt good, though. Since touching the stone, she’s felt like she was suspended in a block of ice. Finally being able to feel like there was fire in her belly was a pleasant change.

"I was at the bottom of this ocean at the time, General," she said. "If the Fearless can distinguish one batch of dark, murky water from another, then it's possible, yes."

The general didn't answer at once, merely looked at her with a gaze that quickly cooled Naima's defiant fire.

"If the creature saw you, it knows.”

Braen's voice was like a caress on her skin, deep and sultry and made to command. Her knees were eager to buckle. Her body was embarrassingly eager to do a whole lot more.

"We will leave at once," the general went on, an odd look in his sky blue, gorgeous eyes. "You can tell me everything you remember aboard the
Benevolent
."

Not one for asking, are you?

"Sure," Naima heard her own voice saying. "We can do that, if you begin by telling me everything you know. Like, for example, how exactly can a mythical monster see me through time and space? And where are you planning to take me? I feel like we missed a few steps here."

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