Chapter Twenty One:

Materialising outside the manse Qhuinn takes a deep breath before walking into the vestibule with Blay. When Fritz's voice comes over the intercom he forces a smile, pushing the door open as the snick of the lock sounds.

Now that he'd serviced Layla and had had time to think about shit, he was really starting to panic. She could already be pregnant with his young. That little blond female with the mismatched eyes he had seen in his dreams.

Damn, he knew there were complications associated with vampire pregnancies - high risk of miscarriage, death. So why the fuck had he just let Layla walk off on her own? Stopping in the middle of the foyer he turned to look at Blay. The expression on his males face told him that Blay knew exactly where his thoughts had been.

Releasing a sigh he takes hold of B's hand. "I need to bring her here lewlhen. I need to care for her and my young. I'm so fucking sorry, but-" Cupping his face Blay pulls him close and fuses their mouths together, kissing him hard. Qhuinn reaches up and grasps his arms, holding tight as B tried to pull away. "I know Qhuinn, and I understand, I do."

Qhuinn's chest aches as he notes the defeated look on Blay's face. Hell no. He had not just made a choice here. He wanted this male more than anything. He was going to take him to mate. No matter what. He just had to explain himself better.

"Blay I love you. You are my heart, you know that. I'm nothing without you." Tightening his hold on Blay's biceps he stares into his sapphire eyes. "I am not choosing her over you. I'd never do that. I'm just trying to do whats right. Layla is my responsibility now, and I intend to do all I can for her. I'll speak to Wrath and see about moving her into my room."

At Blay's low growl Qhuinn smiles. "And I will move into yours, with you." When B growls louder fusing their mouths together once more Qhuinn can't stop the laugh that bubbles up his throat. "I love this possessive side to you lewlhen." Glaring Blay punches him hard on the shoulder.

"Feel the love boys." Vishous was standing at the top of the staircase. "Wrath wants a word. Get your girly asses up here. Now." Taking hold of Blay's hand and twining their fingers together Qhuinn leads them up to the King's study. As they walk through the open doors he's not surprised to see V and the Primale sitting next to Wrath. "Nice of you to join us boys. Have a seat."

Going over to the pansy ass blue couch they do as they're told. Phury stood and walked over to him, extending his hand. Reaching up Qhuinn shakes it. "Thank you Q. You have no idea how grateful I am son. I owe you one. True."

"It was no hardship Phury, and I would do anything for Layla. I love that female." Glancing at Blay he's glad to see that his comment had not caused any hard feelings. Turning to Blay next Phury repeated the gesture, taking his hand in a firm grip. "And thank you Blaylock for being so fucking understanding. I doubt I could have dealt with a situation like this so well. Thank you."

Blay didn't say anything, he simply nodded before clasping his hands in his lap. Wrath was next to speak, reaching down to pet George as he done so. "We are grateful. And just so we're all fucking clear, this will not happen again. Phury will be damn well prepared from now on. Feel me."

Nodding Qhuinn glanced at his male again trying to gauge his reaction, but his features were blank. Damn it ot hell. Anger or hurt was better than seeing nothing. At least then Qhuinn would know what to expect.

Clearing his throat Qhuinn turns to the King. "So, I was thinking. I'm not sure how I feel about Layla being pregnant with my young and out of my reach. If she is carrying my young then they are my responsibility. I want her here, with me." Arching a brow Wrath turns to Blay, as if he too were trying to gauge his reaction. "Are you sure about that son?

"Yes, I am positive. If only for my own sanity I need to have her close by. I need to know she is safe, and I want her to know that I will always be there for her."

"What about you Blaylock? How do you feel about your male bring his pregnant female home? Huh?" Vishous smirked at them from across the room eliciting a low warning growl from Qhuinn.

"Shut the fuck up V. But he does have a point son. I don't need any bonded male shit endangering one of the Chosen. And a pregnant one at that."

Clearing his throat Blay hit Vishous with a hard glare. "Fuck you V." Turning back to the King. "And Layla is in no danger from me my lord. I just spent the past two days in a sex induced haze with her and my male. I am not going to get jealous now that he wants to do right by her. I'm good with this."

Qhuinn's heart sank at Blay's words he hated himself enough as it was for putting him through this shit. Maybe moving Layla in was a bad idea.

"Good, because me and my brothers here have discussed this already. Haven't we Primale."

"Yes my lord, we have. As you know there are several empty cabins up at the camp. So we had Layla moved into one of them. It is far enough out to provide privacy, but close enough to the main house that I can be there within seconds." Glancing between Qhuinn and Blay he cleared his throat. "There is a spare room up there with your names on it."

Qhuinn didn't say anything, he just nodded again before turning in his seat to face Blay. Would he go for this? Move in with the Chosen? Qhuinn prayed to the Scribe Virgin that his male wouldn't get up and run, or worse rage.

When Wrath spoke this time Qhuinn kept his eyes fixed on Blay. "We know you're both still part of the team, so we'll keep you informed on rotation, and fix it so that one of you is always home with Layla. And V is gonna take his stubborn ass up to the cabin right now and finish installing the security system and weapons cabinet."

Everyone went quiet , obviously waiting on a reply from them. Qhuinn didn't give a fuck, they could wait. all he was concerned about was his male, and whether or not he still wanted him after all this shit. Placing a hand on Blay's shoulder he squeezed lightly. "You okay lewlhen?"

"Yes. And thank you my lord. We will pack and be ready to go as soon as possible. I'd like to be settled before sunrise." And with that he left the room. Apologising to Wrath and the Brothers Qhuinn follows Blay from the room. "Lewlhen, wait up. Please." Blay stops and turns to face Qhuinn, and surprisingly he was smiling. "Looks like you get what you wanted. Me and your Chosen. Congratulations."

Growling Qhuinn grabs Blay by the nape of the neck and backs him up against the wall. Fusing their mouths together he kisses him hard, almost desperately, nipping at his lips and thrusting his tongue into his mouth to twirl around his fangs.

As Blay answers his growl with one of his own Qhuinn pulls away, panting, his cock hard and straining towards his male. "You listen to me, and listen good male. I fucking love you, okay. I don't want anyone but you. I love Layla, and she may be the mahmen of my future young, but you are my heart, my male, and someday soon my mate. Do you hear me Blaylock?"

Nodding his head Blay reaches up to cup Qhuinn's jaw with both hands. "And I love you, my male."

"Good. Now lets get ready to start our future together."