Chapter Twenty-Four
Selena rolled over the bed, seeking Quinn’s warmth. When all she felt was the cool sheets, she opened her eyes. It was Sunday morning, and neither of them had work, so where was he? The apartment was quiet, but she did hear the distinct sound of the tea kettle’s whistle, and she smiled. Quinn was making breakfast.
They arrived back in New York two nights ago and hadn’t left the loft since. They hadn’t even seen anyone else, either. He still hadn’t figured out who was trying to hurt him, so he wanted her close. But that wasn't the only reason they spent the weekend locked up at his loft, of course. Quinn loved her, and she loved him. And they were apparently True Mates.
She wrinkled her nose and lay on her back. She had heard of the concept. After all, Quinn’s sister and brother had True Mates of their own, though she wasn't sure exactly how it worked. There was something about not getting hurt and getting pregnant the first time True Mates had sex. A hand went to her belly. Could she be pregnant right now? How would she know? What if she wasn’t? What if she and Quinn weren’t True Mates? Would he be disappointed? She groaned. It was too early for questions.
“Breakfast is served,” Quinn announced as he walked up to the bedroom. “Selena?”
“Hmmm?” She rolled over. He was completely naked and carried a tray of food. She gave him a weak smile.
Quinn frowned and then put the tray aside. “Selena, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said quietly. “I’m fine.”
“I made love to you three times last night and gave you at least five orgasms,” he pointed out. “You should have a smile as wide as the Brooklyn Bridge.” He crawled into bed and opened his arms. “Come here and tell me what’s bothering you.”
She scooted into his arms and put her head on his chest. His scent soothed her, but her fears remained. “Quinn … what if … what if I’m not pregnant? And I’m not your True Mate?”
“Kitten,” he drawled, kissing the top of her head. “You are. I’m sure of it.” He slid a large hand down to her belly. “In nine months, we’re going to be holding a cute little bundle of joy who’s going to take over our lives with his or her pooping, eating, and sleeping. And we are going to enjoy every minute of it.”
She sat up and looked at him straight in the eyes. “But what if I’m not? How can you be so sure? We won’t know until I’m actually pregnant, right?”
He sighed and took her hands, kissing each on the knuckles. “Selena, you are my mate. I know it, Wolf knows it.” A soft rumble emanated from his chest. “And if you are not, I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine, and I love you. I’m gonna keep trying to knock you up because a) it’s fun and b) I want to, but if it turns out we can’t have a baby, then we can adopt. There are lots of kids out there who need a good home and a good mom, which you’ll be.”
“Oh, Quinn …” Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she squeezed him tight. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, kitten. Now,” he gently pushed her back on the bed. “Eat some breakfast, and then we’re going to go out and grab a pregnancy test. I don’t know much about this True Mates business either, but we’ll find out today. And if not, we’ll go see the Lycan doctor first thing tomorrow.” He got up and took the tray he had set aside. The scent of pancakes, bacon, and toast drifted into her nostrils, and Selena grabbed the fork as soon as the tray hit the bed.
“Slow down, kitten,” he laughed. “There’s plenty more.”
They ate the food, feeding each other (though it was mostly him feeding her) until the plates were empty. Selena put the tray aside, and Quinn got up from the bed. “Let’s go shower and then go to the pharmacy.”
“You’re so romantic,” she said wryly, and let out a shriek as Quinn picked her up and walked them to the bathroom.
After a (relatively) quick shower, they dressed and got ready to leave the loft. Selena was still feeling a little nervous, but Quinn’s words had made her feel better about the whole thing. And she felt the same way. True Mate or not, she loved Quinn.
“Ready?” he asked as he put his shoes on.
“Yes.” Now or never.
He gave her a quick peck on the lips and grabbed the door knob. As they stepped out, Quinn suddenly froze.
“What’s—” She gasped as she saw the metal barrel of the gun pointing straight at Quinn’s face.