Chapter 11

Twyla hung up the phone and turned to Bram, her mouth completely dry. It took a second to get her voice to work. "You heard?"

"Somebody did a fertility rite in the grove?"

Twyla nodded, her hand going down to cover her womb. "Do you think..."

Bram shifted and sat up to pull her into his lap and take her in his arms. His hand slid down to cover hers. "It could happen," he said agreeably. "Would you mind?"

"I - I don't think so." Her mind whirled and she clung to him for stability in the storm. "I just wasn't thinking about it so soon."

"Then we won't worry about it one way or the other. I love you Twyla. That isn't going to change, not now, not ever. I'd like to have kids with you someday. Now or later doesn't matter. I watched you tonight with those orphans. You'd going to make a marvelous mother."

And he would be a fantastic dad. Whenever it happened. She smiled and laid her cheek against his chest. "I suppose it's too late to worry about it anyway. I'm either pregnant or I'm not and we'll find out soon enough. But the mayor is going to have kittens, after he's tried so hard to keep his two groups of non-humans apart."

"Pendleton will cope." Without shifting her from his arms, Bram stood and carried her to the stairs. "Time to go to bed, princess. We've got plans to make tomorrow."

"Yep." After a quick shower together she snuggled into his chest, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world. He took her to what was obviously the master bedroom, set her down carefully beside the big, rumpled bed.

"You know the black comforter and curtains are going to have to go," she teased. "The parlor was fine, but this room just screams bachelor pad."

"Even the silk sheets?" He drew back the duvet to reveal glossy black sheets. She allowed him to pull her down beside him, felt the smooth glide of the fabric against her skin and smiled.

"They come in other colors, fang boy."

His chuckle was warm and seductive. He pulled her full-length against him and kissed the top of her head. "I can live with that. There's a room across the hall that will work as a nursery if we need it."

Twyla yawned. They probably would, if not right away, then eventually. "We'll worry about that tomorrow." She glanced at the clock. "Or more accurately, later today."

"Now my beautiful mate needs her rest," he agreed, then yawned himself. "And so do I. Glad I'm not on duty tomorrow morning."

"Me too." She relaxed into him, reveling in the feel of his hot hard body lying so peacefully next to hers. "Love you."

He bent and pressed an exquisitely sweet kiss on her lips. "I love you, Princess Twyla, with every bit of my body, heart and soul. This has been the best Samhain ever."

Happy tears leaked from the corners of her eyes but he kissed them away. "I want you again already, woman. So if you want to sleep, you'd better tell me to go away."

"Don't go away, Bram." She shifted over him, then lowered herself to capture his cock with her cunt, loving the feel of him filling her, completing her. He groaned as she slid down to fully take him in and she looked into his incredible eyes. "Don't ever go away."

End Part 1