Declan snickered, before
sneaking a look over to where I was sitting.
He cast a lazy gaze over my legs, which were unintentionally on display,
thanks to the short cut of the negligee.
“With a mother like that, I
think all the boys in the tribe are going to agree with you.” He said smoothly.
“You’re gonna love it
aren't you, when they all come to you for your permission to date your
offspring?"
“Ha!” He snorted.
“Yes I am! You know how Odysseus
had to fulfill all those tasks, and it took him years to finally return to his
wife? I’m gonna be just as bad! Any applicant that wants to come within ten
meters of my girls, are gonna have to be the best of the best! I’m gonna set such an obstacle course, most
of them are gonna give up and slink away with their tails between their legs.”
“This should be
interesting.” I tittered, as I nursed my
coffee in both hands. “Only, I don’t
think this planet has any Cyclops or Sirens left, I think they’re all extinct.”
“That’s what people thought
about European Werewolves.” He pointed
out. “Trust me B, if the boys have to
get past me instead? They’ll be begging
for a Cyclops!”
I giggled back, “If the
suitors saw you in European Werewolf form, they’d think they’re battling
Cerberus.”
“Except for the fact that I
don’t have three heads,” he said, before he paused. “Then again, what about the tales of the
‘Hounds From Hell’? It makes you wonder
doesn’t it, about how much fiction is fact?”
“Hmm, it does a bit.” I frowned pensively. “I mean, your species of Werewolf is the
oldest in the world. So anytime a human
saw one of you and lived to tell the tale; I wonder how often the truth was
distorted and came out as a fable instead?”
“You got that right.” Declan declared. “I was used to the fact that I was the last
of my kind. Now with our first rug rat
you’re carrying, I’m gonna have a whole litter to train. I'll have to teach 'em not to become one of
the monsters that people fear in the dark.”
“Maybe the legends are
still being written?” I posed. “Maybe
we’re creating all new mythology of how the Last European Werewolf and the
First Female Lokoti Werewolf, started an all new breed? Their strength and
control, the world has never seen?”
“Oh joy," he grumbled,
picking up his wrench again. “But if my
daughters mirror their mother with their monthly blues; it’ll be an all new PMT
the world has never seen before.”
“Declan!” I griped.
“We were having a nice conversation then, why did you go and spoil it?”
“I’m just trying to prepare
for the future.” He said simply. “I’m gonna get our PA at Hodge Endeavor to
start buying up shares in ‘Nutella’, so we can get unending free samples sent
to us. I’ll fill this house with choc
hazelnut spread, so my moody wife and ferocious female young, will never go
without.”
I growled under my breath
and stood up to leave, when I paused to look back.
“Why are you pulling apart
the beds, by the way?”
“We have a two bedroom
house, B.” He said coolly. “Where did you think the nursery was gonna
go, in the dining area?”
“Oh.”
Declan's already organizing
the nursery? His gesture warmed my
heart, at how the reluctant father was planning ahead for the baby. I left him to his task and returned to the main
bedroom, to get dressed.
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