Munro (Immortals After Dark #18) by Kresley Cole

            She hated to add to Munro’s worry, but she couldn’t keep her news from him any longer. The Instinct was constantly telling her —Share!— “That would be wee fuckers.”

            The bottle dropped from his limp fingers, fizzing into the grass.





            Ren lay with her head on Munro’s chest, still levitating from his lovemaking. Though they usually talked afterward, tonight her Lykae hearing detected that he was grinding his teeth. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

            He sat up beside her. “Two is too many. You will lose yourself.”

            “I told you I’ll get a c-section. I’ll never go into labor.”

            “I canna stand the idea of your getting cut!”

            She rose to a sitting position as well. “If mortals can do it, I can. Females handle the toughest stuff all the time anyway. You’ll see.” He still looked resistant. “Munro, you’re going to have to accept that some things are out of your control now.”

            “Some things?” he bit out, aggression radiating from him. “How about every feeling in me? Every bloody thought. I have zero control!”

            She cradled his face with her hands. “My poor wolf, so much worry.”

            His aggression dwindled. “I never knew fear like I do over you.”

            “We will get through it,” she promised him. “I’m determined.”

            “When will you have the surgery? We have to time this right.”

            “Every day helps with the babes’ development, so we need to go as late as possible. Maybe a week or two before my due date.”

            “What about the doctor? He must be phenomenal.”

            “She,” Ren corrected him, “comes highly recommended. Dr. Deerborne’s a deer shifter with a practice in New Orleans. Loa said she’s delivered Lorean babies for four hundred years.”

            “Four centuries, then?” Munro said casually, but Ren could tell that fact reassured him.

            “I telechatted with her. She was surprised to hear from a Lykae—apparently, the Instinct is the ideal physician, telling females exactly what they need to do. But after I explained our situation, she agreed to do house calls and set up a surgical suite here for the big day. I watched the operation online. All it takes is a little incision right here.” Ren drew her finger across her lower belly.

            He reached for her. “I canna remember the last time I was so fearful. If the babes hurt you . . .”

            “They won’t. Munro, I’m asking you to trust my judgment in this.”

            After an audible swallow, he said, “Then I will. You’ve told me this will be okay. So I’m going to believe you.”

            “I’ll contact Deshazior and have him on call to trace the doctor here.”

            Munro sighed. “Is this the future? Demons tracing us wherever we want to go and witches providing all our technology?” He still grumbled each time he used his Wicca-tech phone, but everyone in the pack had one.

            “You’re asking me if this is the future?” She lay down again, and a yawn escaped her.

            “My she-wolf yawns like a wee kitten,” he said, his golden eyes filled with love. “I’ll handle Desh and work out everything with the doc. You just concentrate on growing that babe. Babes.” He rested his head against her belly, telling the twins, “You two pups must behave in your den. . . .” He trailed off. Then he lifted his head, a dumbfounded look on his face.

            “What?” She’d been able to perceive the slightest movements and sounds from the babies, and with his age, Munro had even stronger senses than hers. What had he detected?

            He collapsed back on the bed, limbs spread. “They’re both lads.” His voice grew rough. “Like me and Will.”





SIXTY-FOUR





            months later





            “If I forget to tell you, I’m glad you’re on the front line with me,” Munro said to Will as they eyed the carnage spread out before them.