Slamming (Through Time 3)

The murmurs of the others stopped all at once and the room was deadly quiet. Jazz feared the worst and held her breath.

All life felt suspended for one moment, as they watched Prince Breslyn get to his feet and turn to face them all.

He ran a hand raggedly through his dark blonde hair and tears rolled down his beautiful face. His silver eyes were bright yet unreadable. His lips trembled with a tentative smile, as Jazz watched him pull up straight and tall. She couldn’t imagine anyone not loving Breslyn, and she was confused as he seemed to puff up his massive chest with a great show of pride. His eyes lit up and his voice cracked with emotion as he put up his hands and said, “Back up!, come on now, back up and let my Ete have some air!”

Everyone except the two queens and Morgan LeBlanc, who were already standing to one side, took a step backwards.

Breslyn suddenly grinned wide and Jazz didn’t know what to make of it. She saw as she glanced around that the others also looked perplexed.

And then Breslyn burst out laughing.

No, thought Jazz, has the madness overtaken him. Was Ete dying? No, it couldn’t be!

Breslyn brushed away a tear and laughed. He slapped his thighs and clapped his hands, then held them up in the air and announced, “My friends, my dear friends, Ete…we…she, that is, no, we are going to have a son.” He grinned like a fool.

“Or daughter,” Ete said softly.

Relief and laughter broke out followed quickly by back slapping. Radzia grabbed Jazz and hugged her and all the females began hugging one another and laughing with great relief and joy.

Aaibhe had been the one to diagnose Ete when Breslyn had brought his mate to her. She and Queen Mab along with Morgan LeBlanc stood silently. Their faces were alive with happiness as they watched their loyal warriors experience a few moments celebration.

Jazz glanced around and thought, even in the heart of war when they knew they faced their own deaths, moments like these made the world feel normal again. J

azz felt the wonderment of it all.

“I love you, Jazmine Decker,” Trevor whispered in her ear. “I am happy for them, for all of us. A new life will come to us, but now all I want; all I need is you with me and a time that can be our time. I am waiting for the moment when I can once again be alone with you.”

“Me too,” she answered and looked up and into his golden eyes. When she dug down deep inside herself, she found that Trevor and all that made him what he was seemed to fill her up and take over. He was her everything, her morning light and evening dusk.

“I am astounded by you and what you have accomplished in such a short span of time.” He said, his eyes and voice filled with admiration. “No other could have handled all the changes both physical and mental that you have been put through.” He sighed and kissed her neck. “I am driven by you and brought to life by you. My fate, my present my future is yours.” He snuggled her close and stroked her arm.

His words sped through her heart and touched places where nerve endings tingled and set her on fire. His touch was magic, the sound of his voice and the truth of his words banished all doubts about her future as an immortal.

All she wanted to do now was be alone with him. She wanted to hear his ancient Danu language and hear the translation in her head. It was a beautiful language. It spoke of love and he did it with such passion. Her body trembled at the thought and belief that they were sweetly bonded.

Suddenly Jazz felt a fluctuation in the atmosphere and turned to discover the most stunning redhead she had ever seen.

Jazz heard her soft chuckle as she surveyed the crowded room of comrades.

Holding the redhead’s hand was an enormous blond hunk that looked almost a twin to Morgan LeBlanc. It struck Jazz that this one, even more than Morgan had the look of Thor about him.

Jazz fixated on these two for a moment.

The redhead was clothed in a white tank top and tight jeans and her luxurious hair swayed with her as she walked. She dropped her mate’s hand and she walked right up to Trevor and took hold of his hands and pulled him in for a strong, hard hug.

Trevor was forced to drop his hold on Jazz as he responded with a wide grin and obvious delight. Jazz felt a dangerous tremor of jealousy.

“Trevor, oh my dearest Trevor,” said the beauty. “I am so very happy for you.”

“Red!” Trevor exclaimed with great pleasure. He looked over her shoulder at the hulking Thor type and nodded a silent greeting as he returned his attention to the beauty.

The redhead had already turned away from him and was taking Jazz’s hand, setting her apart and openly looking her over, “Well, well. So this is the Fios human that got through to my Trevor.” She turned to him then and asked, “What do you think of humans now?”

His grin was broad, his answer prompt, “I can only tell you that I worship at the feet of this one, my own Jazmine Decker.”

Princess Royce laughed and Jazz thought it was a musical sound. How had Trevor not fallen in love with her?

Royce said tweaking his cheek roughly, “That’s my Trevor!”