by Ever Coming
“What is it, Tansy? What’s wrong.” While I tried to breathe again, Etienne checked over his mate like I’d discovered she had leprosy.
Finally recovering my breath, I bent forward. “She’s pregnant, dipshit.”
Etienne looked back and forth from me to a Tansy like we were playing Ping-Pong with his brain as the ball. Then his eyes locked on his mate.
“You carry my young?”
Apparently, from the lack of coloring in Tansy’s face, she didn’t know either. “Holy gator babies. Shit! I’m not gonna lay eggs, am I? Hell no! I’m out. Nope. Nope. Nope. You put this in me, you get it out.”
Our almost fight and yelling had drawn in the crew.
“So the nesting is about her being pregnant. Good thing. I was this close to calling ole Jackson Asylum.”
Lazare slapped Loic on the back of the head. “That place has been closed for thirty years, dillweed.”
Lazare ran a hand down his torso and further. “Fuck you. There are no dillweeds here. Freshly shaven for the ladies.”
Etienne’s voice boomed through the rest. “Would you assholes pipe the fuck down? You’re pregnant?”
“Smell her, Eti,” I interjected, not knowing if I was still gator bait or not. There’s no denying the smell. He growled at me.
Tansy grabbed Etienne’s shirt and jerked him toward her until they were nose to nose. “Am. I. Laying. Eggs? Yes or no. It’s a simple question.” He took the opportunity of closeness to take a long careful scenting of his female. His eyes darkened when he opened them .
“No, darlin’.” Etienne’s tone calmed to in turn calm his mate who was freaking the fuck out about squatting down and shitting some eggs. Didn’t blame her. “It’s going to be a baby. No eggs. No gators. Just a baby. A beautiful baby with eyes like yours.”
Tansy looked a little relieved—a little. “Well, screw me sideways and call me Nancy.”
Callum spoke up. I hadn’t even realized he was there. “I think that’s how you got here in the first place, Tansy girl. Congrats to the new crew member.”
And Loic again mumbled as he walked away. “We are not crew.”
I stared at the mated pair too long while the others went back to their jobs. Etienne had given us all some disease when he took Tansy as a mate. Like the sickness was spreading to all of us.
’Cause fuck me if I didn’t hunger for a mate of my own.
Ever coming and Lila Grey have been friends for years and often spend hours discussing all things shifters. They have recently began writing as a team, their first series, The Shifters of Shotgun Row which features, among other things, smexy gators. To follow the duos crazy foray into the bayou, please follow them at Www.shotgunrowshifters.com and sign up for their newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/c89ub9.
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Epilogue: Tansy