Ice Planet Honeymoon: Vektal and Georgie: A Sci-Fi Romance Novella by Dixon Ruby

Author:Dixon, Ruby [Dixon, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: www.rubydixon.com
Published: 2019-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

5

GEORGIE

I feel…free.

It’s a strange feeling, to wake up after crashing into a pile of furs the moment we got back to the hunter cave, and not feel the weight of obligation on my shoulders. I don’t feel the intense guilt over the deaths of the three women, or the endless worry that I made the wrong decisions and caused their deaths. I don’t feel that ache of sadness over leaving Earth behind.

I’ve left it all back in the graves up on the mountain, where Krissy, Peg, and Dominique have finally been lain to rest.

I did what I could, I saved myself and as many others as I could, and we have a new life here. It’s enough. We buried our dead, and I’ve buried my past—Earth included. I’m free to move forward with my mate.

My wonderful, wonderful mate.

As if he knows I’m thinking about him, Vektal’s arms tighten around me and he holds me closer. He’s all warmth, entirely naked under the furs, and I love curling up against him. “It is early,” he murmurs, stroking my arm. “Go back to sleep.”

“I will,” I promise, but I’m rather awake. My thoughts are buzzing and I feel free. I’m excited about what the day holds, what the month holds, what the future holds.

I touch my lower belly, wondering how long before I start showing. Before it puffs out with the baby inside and my breasts grow and everything changes. Is it weird that I’m looking forward to morning sickness? I want a sign that the baby inside me exists. I want some sort of proof, more than just a missed period or a change in the sound our khuis make when we come together

“Georgie?” Vektal murmurs, moving his fingers through my hair. “Are you all right?”

“I’m great,” I answer him, and it’s the truth. I feel like a wound has been lanced—a wound I didn’t even know I had until recently. Now the bad things have been forced out and I’m ready for the healing to begin…actually, I already feel pretty healed. “I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

There’s a wariness in his tone, as if he expects to hear something sad or troubling from me. I don’t blame him for that wariness—I promised him a sexy honeymoon and gave him a funeral instead. I snuggle up to my mate and put my chin on his chest, seeking out his glowing eyes in the dim light of the cave. “Thinking about our baby. Our future. The tribe. A bunch of stuff.”

He grins, his eyes sleepy slits of blue light. “I like these thoughts.”

“Me, too.” I skate my fingers over his abdomen and brush them over his sides, loving the way he tenses. Ticklish. “I wanted to talk to you about things, too. About the graves. Let’s not tell the others what we’ve done, all right?”

“You think they would not want to know? Or that they would not approve?”

“I think they would approve,” I say. “But I also want them to move on, to move forward like I plan on doing.

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