Slow Birth by Leta Blake

Author:Leta Blake [Blake, Leta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, M/M
ISBN: 9781626227835
Publisher: Leta Blake Books
Published: 2019-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

One month later

“I’m going to murder your pater,” Vale said suddenly in the middle of the night, waking Jason from a dead sleep.

“Mm, what?” Surely, he’d misheard.

“I’m going to kill him. With my bare hands.”

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Jason asked, turning on the bedside lamp and rolling onto one elbow so that he could look down at Vale’s beautiful, if slightly puffy, face.

“He comes here every night, Jason. Every. Single. Night.”

“They’re excited to be grandparents. He wants to check on you.”

“And your father, too. I’m going to kill him as well. Double homicide.”

Jason blinked and wiped a hand over his face in exhaustion. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Because that spicy quinoa your father brought over—and your pater forced me to eat—has given me the most outrageous heartburn. My esophagus and mouth are on fire.”

“Let me get some milk,” Jason said, crawling from the bed. “That will help.”

“What will help is if your parents left me alone for one single solitary day.”

Jason ignored that and went downstairs for milk, nearly tripping over Zephyr on the way down. A glance out the kitchen window showed that their neighbor’s lights were still on. Frowning, Jason saw moving shadows going back and forth, like someone pacing and coughing.

After pouring the milk, Jason scooped Zephyr up into his arms, too, and carried her and the milk up to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and dumped Zephyr onto the bed by Vale, who immediately cooed and put out his hand for Zephyr to bump against. Jason put the milk down on the bedside table.

“Mr. Ragnak’s beta partner has caught the flu, I think,” Jason said. He sat beside Vale, putting one hand on Vale’s forehead to check for fever. The other, he placed on his large, swollen abdomen, feeling for the baby’s movement. Over the last few weeks, Vale’s body had grown to accommodate the life rapidly expanding inside him. There had been more complaints as the days went on, mainly ligament and bone pain as his body shifted in readiness. When Jason put his fist inside now, he could feel the weight of the child bearing down on him. He worked his knuckles into the scars more vigorously each night, keeping them as limber and supple as possible as Vale’s body put pressure on them.

“Oh, no,” Vale murmured, stroking Zephyr’s fur, calmed as usual by his cat’s warm presence. “He’s a good man. We should send over some fruit. And perhaps Urho.”

“Urho will be here tomorrow to check on you, not them,” Jason said firmly. The last thing he wanted was Urho bringing the virus into their home. “How is your stomach doing?”

“Ugh.”

“Sit up. Drink this milk.”

He helped Vale into position and then pressed the glass of milk into his hands. Zephyr tried to press against the glass, wanting some for herself, but Vale drained it with a few hearty gulps and then let out a big burp.

Zephyr meowed before settling herself with a sniff by Vale’s side. Her tail twitched ominously, but a purr started after only a moment.

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