Here's a Little Taste of Vol 1...
“I see I’ve chased your father off again,” Dana said tiredly to Max.
Max huffed, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two actually enjoyed annoying each other.”
“Lucky you know better,” Dana answered lightly.
“That’s just it – I do know better. You’re both miserable,” Max stated, before reaching for Dana and offering another hug.
Dana hugged Max back as hard as she dared considering the bump getting in the way. Smiling, Dana pulled back and patted said bump. “Hello, sweet baby.” Her granddaughter gave the faintest of kicks to her flattened palm, but Dana felt the hidden strength nonetheless. Her unborn granddaughter’s path was becoming clearer, and Dana was becoming increasingly nervous. Not about what fate had in store for her – but about what her parents would think about it. Looking up, she saw Ryker’s dark gaze lovingly latched onto Max’s profile before it rested on Max’s protruding stomach. That was when the love morphed into a combination of pride and an almost violent protectiveness. Dana knew it was Ryker whom she was going to have to battle when the truth came out. Setting aside the worrying thoughts for the moment, Dana gave Max a final pat before kissing Ryker on the cheek.
“Hi, uh, Dana,” Ryker said, looking flushed.
Dana laughed lightly. “You did it – you called me by my name. And the world didn’t end.” She teased because it had taken weeks and weeks of her asking him – and the rest of the household – to call her Dana and not some form of the Great Mother. She understood their reticence. It was not every day one came face to face with a God or Goddess. But she desperately wanted to be viewed as a member of the family instead of a deity.
“Ha, yeah,” Ryker agreed before his eyes pinned her. “It’s not going to end, is it?”
Max rolled her eyes and moved over to the large dining table, sitting down and gathering food onto her plate. “Of course, it’s not. I – will you let me do that?” she grumped in exasperation as Darius took her plate and filled it up for her just as Lark passed her a glass of orange juice.
Darius pinned Max with his hazel eyes, stating, “Liege. Pregnant liege.”
Here's a Little Taste of Vol 1...
“I see I’ve chased your father off again,” Dana said tiredly to Max.
Max huffed, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two actually enjoyed annoying each other.”
“Lucky you know better,” Dana answered lightly.
“That’s just it – I do know better. You’re both miserable,” Max stated, before reaching for Dana and offering another hug.
Dana hugged Max back as hard as she dared considering the bump getting in the way. Smiling, Dana pulled back and patted said bump. “Hello, sweet baby.” Her granddaughter gave the faintest of kicks to her flattened palm, but Dana felt the hidden strength nonetheless. Her unborn granddaughter’s path was becoming clearer, and Dana was becoming increasingly nervous. Not about what fate had in store for her – but about what her parents would think about it. Looking up, she saw Ryker’s dark gaze lovingly latched onto Max’s profile before it rested on Max’s protruding stomach. That was when the love morphed into a combination of pride and an almost violent protectiveness. Dana knew it was Ryker whom she was going to have to battle when the truth came out. Setting aside the worrying thoughts for the moment, Dana gave Max a final pat before kissing Ryker on the cheek.
“Hi, uh, Dana,” Ryker said, looking flushed.
Dana laughed lightly. “You did it – you called me by my name. And the world didn’t end.” She teased because it had taken weeks and weeks of her asking him – and the rest of the household – to call her Dana and not some form of the Great Mother. She understood their reticence. It was not every day one came face to face with a God or Goddess. But she desperately wanted to be viewed as a member of the family instead of a deity.
“Ha, yeah,” Ryker agreed before his eyes pinned her. “It’s not going to end, is it?”
Max rolled her eyes and moved over to the large dining table, sitting down and gathering food onto her plate. “Of course, it’s not. I – will you let me do that?” she grumped in exasperation as Darius took her plate and filled it up for her just as Lark passed her a glass of orange juice.
Darius pinned Max with his hazel eyes, stating, “Liege. Pregnant liege.”