Knight lay next to Mal, who was sleeping fitfully.
That was some argument they had. A lot of bad stuff came up, stuff that Knight thought had been long buried. Valko – and he – had hurt Mal to the very bone. Knight had lied, he had apologized, but it still was a festering wound.
And then Mal saying Knight didn’t want to carry his child…that was bullshit.
Or was it?
In theory, he could shift his insides to be female and receptive -for just that one time, to carry a child to term, which was less time than a human child. What was so bad about being pregnant anyway? True, he wouldn’t be able to fight. But he would be too embarrassed to go out in public when he would start to “show”. Would Paulie believe him if he told him? Would anyone?
He would have to think long and hard. So while Mal would be the proud papa, he would be…the weird mother.
Knight turned to his side and looked at Mal, who sounded like he was sobbing in his sleep. Knight wrapped his arm around his mate comfortingly, whispering, “I love you, Mal. My king.” Mal calmed, though it took a while.
He needed to think about it. He also needed a haircut.