Gifted To The Dragon: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance (The Gifted Series Book 2) (16 page)

In response to what Desmond had said, I sputtered, incredulous.

"But helping to defend the city against the Angels and their dragons is what I'm here for. That's my job. That's why I was relocated here and what I'm getting paid for."

"But pregnant Gifteds aren't actually expected to participate in fights. They're encouraged to train, yes, if they'd like and if they feel up to it, but as far as actual fighting goes-"

"But Brianna told me that she participated in not one, but two fights just outside the city when she was pregnant with her daughter. She told me she got zapped during both of them, and also at practice, but she survived it all just fine, and her daughter is completely healthy and smart as a whip. I know that other pregnant women have participated in fights before, too."

"Yes, some of them have. Insane ones."

With my pulse accelerating, I sat up a bit straighter on the couch, slightly pulling away from him at the same time.

"Then I guess count me among the ranks of the insane, because as long as the city of Quincy and my grandma are being threatened in even the most roundabout sort of way, I'm going to fight to defend them. I want to be a part of keeping them safe, Desmond. How could I not?

“And besides, working within my group of Gifteds, and flanked by a few of your Destroyers, I don't think the risk of me getting injured will be very high at all. And if it is, then maybe you need to have a talk with your dragons; but as for me, I feel completely confident that my fellow Gifteds will have my back in any fight."

"Madison, please...don't do this. Not now. Not when the two of us are trying to start a new chapter. One where I'd specifically not have to worry about falling even harder for you only to have you killed in a fight with the Angel dragons. No, it wouldn't be probable, but it would be possible, and that is not okay with me."

I didn't answer right away, realizing that the timing of me digging in my heels about this particular issue
was
pretty bad. Maybe if I just let Desmond kind of absorb the idea of me fighting for a little while, he might be more inclined to support me in doing it. Sort of how he'd been intent on keeping his heart closed off but then eventually had come around.

"Okay. We don't have to talk about this anymore tonight, I guess. I need to start the sauce simmering anyway."

After draining the last inch or so of his whiskey at a gulp, Desmond set his glass on a brushed-brass coaster on the coffee table, looking visibly relieved that I'd agreed to drop things.

"Dinner sounds wonderful, and I want to give you a hand in the kitchen. After that, let's just focus on us and our baby. Also, maybe we can start thinking about moving your grandma here sometime soon. That might be better in the long run anyway, so that you can see her as often as you'd like without having to drive two hours round-trip every time."

"Yeah, but...her home is in Quincy, where she was born and raised, and where she's probably the happiest she can be at Eloise's care home. I think a move might be really upsetting for her at this point."

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and I glanced in that direction, wondering who it could be, since I wasn't expecting anyone. After just a momentary pause, the knocking sounded again, even a little louder this time, and I flew up from the couch.

"Let me just see who it is. The only person I can think of might be Emma with an emergency or something."

It
was
Emma with a sort of emergency, though fortunately, not a medical or life-threatening one.

After saying that she needed an emergency babysitter, she handed me Jake and the handle of a large stuffed diaper bag.

"Can you please, please just watch him until tomorrow afternoon for me?"

"Well, of course, but what's going on? What's wrong?"

It was then that I noticed that Emma's warm brown eyes were red-rimmed and kind of puffy, and when she spoke again, I detected just a faint tremor in her voice.

"I've just been doing some serious thinking the past hour for some reason, and I've decided that I just need to take a little four-hour road trip, back to my hometown. I'll stay at a hotel or with my cousin tonight...I still need to figure that part out...and then first thing tomorrow morning, at dawn, I need to go out to the cemetery and visit Josh. That was his favorite time of day, when we usually had nice long talks with breakfast before he went to work.

“And I know
he's
not there anymore; it'll just be his body I'm visiting, but I still need to visit him and tell him that I never meant for him to drive so fast to get back home to see my stupid power. I just need to try to get some feeling that he understands that, wherever he is. I also need to ask him if maybe it's okay that I move on with my life in certain ways...."

Cringing, Emma suddenly covered her face with her hands.

"I think I really love Eric."

Heart aching for her, I hiked the diaper bag up on my shoulder, then pulled her into a one-armed hug. In my other arm, Jake patted her head, frowning and slowly saying
no
in a low, mournful sort of voice.

Desmond, who must have quietly come up behind the three of us, now spoke.

"I'll call a car service to drive you, Emma, so that you don't have to drive while you're upset. I'll have them come pick you up in a roomy limousine so you can rest and relax on the way there and back home tomorrow...and I insist on paying for this, and I'm very glad to do so."

Heart melting because of his thoughtfulness and kindness, I looked from Desmond to Emma, who'd now lifted her tear-stained face.

"I want to go half on the car service with him. We're both behind you on this."

In response, Emma just nodded, bursting into tears again.

Soon she left to go wait for the car service, who, when "Commander Grant" had called, had said they'd send a chauffeured limousine immediately.

A short while later, Desmond and I got started on dinner, both agreeing that Emma's trip was probably going to be the very best thing for her. After seeming to be listening intently, Jake lifted his arms above his head while on my hip, shrieking a sound that sounded like
yay
, as if he, too, thought that Mommy's trip would be good for her.

While we made the meal and set the table, Desmond and I both took turns holding Jake, who seemed completely at ease with both of us, and it struck me that Desmond really looked like a natural dad. Cradling Jake in one strong arm while he transferred warm rolls from a baking sheet to a basket, he looked just as masculine and authoritative as ever, yet somehow at the same time, he looked as if he were just made for domestic life and holding babies.

Probably getting hungry, Jake had begun fussing a bit, and Desmond counted the rolls out as he put them in the basket, poking Jake in the tummy with the last one, making him giggle. He then pinched off a tiny piece of roll and "airplaned" it into Jake's mouth, making him giggle again.

Stirring the pasta sauce, I smiled over at them.

"You're going to make a really great dad, Desmond."

He smiled in return with his face coloring just slightly. I hadn't expected to ever see such a strong dragon shifter blush, but I found it incredibly attractive and charming.

During dinner, I held Jake on my lap, feeding him bites of minced pasta and then taking bites myself while he chewed. Periodically, he began giggling for no reason, banging a roll on the table, and maybe the third time he did this, I told him how strong he was.

"If you're not careful, you might break the table!"

With his sensual, full lips slowly curving, Desmond just looked at me for a long moment.

"And
you
are going to be a wonderful mother."

I smiled back, heart swelling in my chest.

Later during the meal, when Jake had started throwing more little pieces of roll than he was eating, Desmond caught a piece in midair and returned it to Jake's plate, grinning.

"I hope our son is as cute as this little guy."

I feigned indignant sputtering, fighting a smile.

"Oh, so you're
still
thinking you're going to be getting a boy, when actually, you should be planning on a girl...because I'm becoming more and more certain that we
are
having a daughter."

I really was. It was just a deep gut feeling. I was even starting to be able to picture her in my mind, all thick, dark hair and blue-gray eyes, just like her daddy.

Desmond just shrugged, mouth twitching.

"Well, we'll just have to see about that."

The evening really couldn't have been a more perfect picture of domestic bliss. After dinner, Desmond cleaned up, insisting that I rest, and after that, we both gave a sauce-covered Jake a bath.

Shampooing his dark curls with sweet-scented baby shampoo, I wished that I was much farther along in my pregnancy. I already couldn't wait to care for my own baby, couldn't wait to hold her and also see her nestled against Desmond's broad chest.

That night, Desmond, Jake, and I all slept in my room, with Jake in a playpen Desmond had gotten from Emma's apartment. To my surprise, after crying for his mama for just a few minutes, just about breaking my heart, Jake settled down and went right to sleep. After that, I was out like a light pretty quickly, too, wrapped in the comfort of Desmond's arms.

Jake slept through the night, and I was actually the first one to wake, disappointed to find myself in bed alone. However, on the pillow beside me was a note, written in bold, masculine scrawl.
You look like an angel when you sleep. I'll be back with breakfast after patrol.

Too happy to be bothered in the least by a little wave of morning sickness,, I snuggled back down in the blankets, smiling. I also made a sudden decision. I wasn't going to bring up the matter of me fighting the Angel dragons again, at least not anytime very soon. I was far too blissed-out on Desmond's and my new-found domestic happiness to want to rock the boat.

Late that afternoon, when Desmond was out on a surveillance mission with his elite Destroyers, Emma returned to my apartment looking absolutely exhausted, with clear dark circles beneath her eyes; but she was smiling, looking genuinely happy and somehow contented.

After giving Jake at least a dozen kisses while holding him tightly, she beamed at me.

"The trip went well. And guess what? It turns out that you and Eric were completely right...I just had some sort of a really funny mental block. I can now levitate again."

Thrilled, I gasped, and Emma laughed.

"That was my reaction, too, when I first did it again. Maurice gasped, too...then said, 'I'll be darned,' about ten times. It was kind of his catchphrase."

"Who's Maurice?"

"Oh, this really nice older guy who drove the limo. I ended up just sitting up front with him on the drive home, and we got to talking about life, and me being a Gifted, and all sorts of other stuff, and he suggested that I give my levitation power a try right there in the car. First, I levitated his clipboard, and then his phone, and then when we were just outside the city, he pulled over, and I levitated the whole limo with us still inside it."

Smiling from ear-to-ear I was sure, I wrapped Emma and Jake in a bear hug, congratulating her. Hugging me back tightly with her free arm, she said thanks.

"I think it was really good that I tried again not at practice, but with a nice old guy in a limo. There was zero pressure...it was just fun again, like it was when it first happened to me in the grocery store."

A short while later, I tentatively asked her how her visit to the cemetery had gone, and she smiled big, but with her eyes instantly pinking.