“Breakfast in bed.” I smile. “Are you trying to get lucky?”
Lucas laughs. “Will it work?”
“Assuming this bacon stays settled in my stomach, yes.”
“What does get lucky mean?” Julian asks, flipping a page in my Book of Shadows, and for the first time, I realize I will have someone to pass the book down to.
“Sex,” Lucas tells him. “It means have sex.”
“Oh.” Julian nods. “Like last night.”
I press my lips together and look at Lucas. Having Julian around is nice, but I do enjoy having the house to ourselves. Though we only have a month or so left until we can move, and the new house is big enough we can easily spread out and not be heard. Well, most of the time. We can get kind of loud sometimes.
“The coffee is almost ready,” Lucas says. “One small cup a day is okay.”
“Thank god,” I say dramatically. “I want sugar in it, though.” I wrinkle my nose. I always drink my coffee black.
“Craving sugar is a sign you’re carrying a girl,” Lucas tells me. “I looked it up.”
“You’re going to know more about being pregnant than me,” I laugh and sit at the island counter.
“I never thought about it before,” he says, coming around and rubbing my shoulders as I eat. “And now that I knocked you up, it fascinates me.”
“You like saying that, don’t you?” I laugh and take a bite of bacon. “You knocked me up.”
“I do.” He kisses my neck. “What do you want to do today, my love?”
“Watch TV and nap.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” Lucas chuckles. “We do need to start thinking about packing. Both for Florida and for moving.”
“Right.” I take another bite of bacon and smile. “We can go on vacation.”
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t cancel?” He kisses my neck.
“Yes. Thank you. I cannot wait to see your face when we walk into the Magic Kingdom.”
“It’s not going to look any different than my face right now.”
“Well,” I say and pick up my fork. “Be prepared for me to cry. I’m already overly emotional.”
“I’ll have the camera ready.” Lucas kisses my neck and then sits next to me. I finish breakfast, brush my teeth, and get serious about doing nothing. I doze off and on while watching TV with Lucas and Julian.
We have to leave in about an hour, and at this point, I’m either not putting makeup on or I’m doing it in the car. I’m too comfy snuggled up with Lucas, and I don’t want to get up. I stretch out, closing my eyes.
Then Julian suddenly sits up.
“What?” I ask.
“Alona,” he says. “She’s calling me.”
“Is that bad?” I push up.
“Not necessarily. She probably has a demonic issue for me to handle. I have to go, but I will be back.”
“When?”
“If we are hunting a demon, it may be a day or two.”
“Will I be able to, uh, call you?”
“I don’t have a phone,” Julian replies.
“I know. I meant prayer-call. But I should get you a phone when you get back.”
He nods. “Yes, that would be practical. And if I’m on Heaven or Earth, I can hear you. If I’m underground, then I won’t be able to.” He gets up.
“Wait,” I say and get to my feet. “Be careful.” I throw my arms around him, trying not to worry.
“I will. Stay out of trouble,” he says and hugs me back. And then he disappears. I let out a sigh and sit back on the couch.
“Are you okay?” Lucas hooks his arm around me.
“I miss him. I know he says he’ll be back, but it’ll probably be a few weeks again. Or longer.” I shrug. “Maybe it’s weird, but I feel a connection to him.”
“Because you are connected. You’re related on some level.”
“True.” I grab the blanket and cover us both back up. Lucas slips his hand under my sweatshirt, rubbing me as we finish the episode of a treasure hunting show we’re watching.
Then I have to force myself up to put on real clothes, pack a bag for the night, and put on some makeup.
“Do you guys want to come?” I ask my familiars. “If not, you’re responsible for letting Scarlet out.”
Freya eyes me. She was on board with the whole sit around and do nothing plan.
“Fine. Stay here and I’ll take her.”
Freya closes her eyes and rolls over, purring. I laugh and use magic to curl my hair. Now that I’m up, I’m motivated to put a good amount of effort into my appearance and trade my t-shirt and leggings for a tight black dress and a pushup bra. It’s not the most comfortable, and I swear my boobs have gotten too big for my bra already, but seeing Lucas’s face when I come down stairs makes it all worth it.
“Fuck,” he groans, taking me in his arms. “How did I get so lucky?” His hands sweep down to my butt. “You are so beautiful.”