• Home
  • Directory
  • Popular
  • Authors
  • Series
  • Home > Chloe Neill > Chicagoland Vampires Series > Blade Bound (Chapter 139)      Page
  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(139) by Chloe Neill
  • “Some magical side effect,” he said after a moment.

    I grinned at him. “Seriously. Nine months and eighteen years of side effect, give or take.”

    “The test,” Ethan said. “The one that had to be passed. What was that?”

    “I haven’t talked to Gabriel, but I have a pretty good feeling it was related to the dragon—facing down my fear of the monster, and the possibility of what he’d done, and could do, to Chicago.” I smiled up at him. “She’ll be the only one of her kind—the only vampire born as a vampire. I think she needed me to prove that I could be as brave as she’ll need to be.”

    Ethan pulled me toward him, wrapped his arms around me, nestled my body against his. “My wife. My child.”

    “Yep. Probably in May.”

    “In May,” he said, wonder in the word. And then he froze, looked down at me with horror in his face.

    My heart sped in answer. “What? What is it?”

    “You’ll be eating for two.”

    I slapped his chest. “Don’t do that. I thought something was really wrong.”

    “Something is wrong. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost me?”

    I just shook my head at him. “You want to keep going? Just get it all out at once?”

    He grinned with the delight of a child. “Can you imagine what your cravings will be like?”

    I smiled at him. “Can you imagine bottle-feeding a vampire?”

    His mouth opened, closed again. “I cannot. We will literally be writing the book.”

    “We will. Although I’m sure there will be plenty of people—supernatural and otherwise—with sage advice to offer. My mother being the first in line.” I grinned at him. “And she’s going to want to throw a baby shower, probably with you in attendance.”

    “I already did the wedding shower.”

    “This is a separate thing. And attendance is mandatory.”

    Ethan smiled slyly. “I may be sick that evening.”

    “Vampires don’t get sick.”

    “In fairness, they aren’t supposed to be pregnant, either.”

    He had a point, so I smiled at him. “We’ll figure it out.”

    Just as we’d done before, and just as we’d undoubtedly do again.

    He caught my face in his hands, pressed his mouth to mine, and, on the steps of Cadogan House, kissed me madly, deeply. “I do love you, Sentinel.”

    “I love you, too, Sullivan.”

    We walked into Cadogan House. And this time, I hoped I wouldn’t need my sword, if only for a little while.



    Twenty-one Months Later, Give or Take

    Chicago, Illinois

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire