spaghetti didn’t go together well. Finishing up, I glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight.
“You lied to Kat.”
I turned at the sound of my brother’s voice, already knowing what he was talking about. “You would’ve done the same thing.”
“True, but she’s going to find out sooner or later.”
Picking up a bottle of water off the counter, I chose my next words carefully. “The last thing I want her to know right now is that her face is plastered all over national news. Instead of being concerned about what that means for her, she’s going to worry about her mother and…there’s nothing we can do about that right now.”
Dawson leaned against the counter and folded his arms. He stared at me, and I stared back. Knowing what that look meant, the lowered brows and determined set of his jaw, I sighed. “What?” I demanded.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
I tapped my fingers on the water bottle “Do you?”
“It’s why you’re in here playing Suzy Homemaker. You’re wondering what you’ve started.”
I didn’t answer for a long moment. “Yeah, I’m wondering that.”
“It wasn’t just you. It was all of us. We
“Would you? Knowing that Ash and Andrew would die?” Saying their names was a hot slice of pain.
He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t think you want me to answer that question.”
I nodded. We’d answer that question the same way. What did that say about us?
Dawson exhaled heavily. “That’s some shit, though. God, they were like family. It’s not going to be the same without them. They didn’t deserve to die like that.”
I rubbed my jaw. “And Matthew…”
“Screw Matthew,” he spat, eyes narrowing.
Setting the bottle aside, I watched my brother. “We sort of did the same thing, bro. We risked people’s lives to keep Dee and the girls safe.”
He shook his head. “That’s different.”
“Is it?”
Dawson didn’t immediately respond. “Well, then screw us.”
I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, screw us.”
His lips twitched as he looked at me. “Man, what the hell are we going to do?”
I opened my mouth, but I laughed again. “Who the hell knows? I guess we have to wait and see what the fallout will be. I need to figure out how to make Kat look like the innocent victim in this. She can’t hide forever.”
“None of us can,” he said solemnly. Then he added, “I would pay good money to know what the Elders are thinking right now.”
“Easy. They probably want our heads.”
He shrugged, and a couple of moments passed before he spoke again. Whatever he was about to say, I knew he was unsure of it. His mouth worked on it for a while. “I know this isn’t the best time to tell you this. Hell, I’m not sure there is a right moment for this, but it seems like after what happened to Ash and Andrew, I should just keep my mouth shut.”
My muscles tensed. “Just spit it out, Dawson.”
“Okay. Fine. I do need to tell you because, well, I think someone other than us needs to know.” The tips of his cheekbones flushed, and I really had no idea where this conversation was going. “Especially as things start to progress and—”
“Dawson.”
He took a deep breath and said two words that blew my mind. “Beth’s pregnant.”
My mouth opened, but there were no words. Truly no words at all.
Everything came out of Dawson in a rush. “Yeah, so she’s pregnant. That’s why she’s been tired a lot and I didn’t want her doing anything when we were in Vegas. It was too risky. And the traveling had really worn her out, but…but yeah, we’re having a baby.”
I stared at him. “Holy…”
“I know.” His face cracked into a smile.
“Shit,” I finished. Then I shook my head. “I mean—congratulations.”
“Thank you.” He shifted his weight.
I almost asked how Beth got pregnant but stopped myself before I asked that stupid question. “Wow. You’re…you’re having a baby?”
“Yeah.”
I gripped the edges of the counter. I was struck stupid, and all I could think about were those kids in Daedalus—the origins. The children of a male Luxen and female hybrid, so rare that if Daedalus learned of this…
I couldn’t finish the thought.
Dawson let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Say something else.”
“Uh, how…how far along is she?” Is that what people asked under normal circumstances?
His shoulders relaxed. “She’s around three months.”
Damn. They must’ve had one hell of a reunion.
“You’re mad, aren’t you?” he asked.
“What? No. I’m not mad. I just don’t know what to say.” And I kept thinking that in six months we were going to have a baby that could fry brain cells with a single thought if it didn’t get its binky. “I just wasn’t expecting this.”
“Neither was I, or Beth. We didn’t plan this. It just sort of…happened.” His chest rose sharply. “It wasn’t like I thought having a baby at this age was a smart thing, but it happened, and we’re going to do our best. I…I already love him more than I’ve loved anything.”
“Him?”
Dawson’s smile was part awkward, part joyous. “The baby could be a girl, but I’ve been calling it a ‘he.’ Drives Beth crazy.”
I forced a smile. He didn’t seem to know about the origins. Was it possible that Beth didn’t know, either? If so, they had no idea what they were about to bring into this world. I started to say something but cut myself off. Now wasn’t the time.
“I know things are going to be hard,” he went on. “We can’t go to a normal doctor. I know that, and it scares the shit out of me.”
“Hey.” I pushed forward, clamping a hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be okay. Beth and the…and the baby will be okay. We’ll figure this out.”
Dawson’s smile of relief was evident.
I had no idea how we were going to figure this out, but women had been having babies since the beginning of time without doctors. Couldn’t be that hard, right? I sort of wanted to punch myself in the face after that, though.
Childbirth scared the crap out of me.
We talked for a little while longer, and I promised to keep things quiet. They weren’t ready to share the news with everyone, and I could understand that. Kat and I hadn’t told anyone that we were sort of married.
Marriage.
Babies.
Aliens in Vegas.
The freaking world was coming to an end.
Still feeling a little shell-shocked, I headed into the living room. I stopped in front of the couch where Kat was curled up against the arm, the quilt bunched up under her chin. She was asleep.
Lowering myself, I carefully picked her up and placed her in my lap, her legs spread out between mine. She stirred, rolled onto her side, but remained asleep.
I stared out the window into the darkness for hours.
Now more than anything we had to do something. Not just run and hide. That was going to be damn near
