Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I skipped the next line of the scene I’ve been sharing from in Hawk’s story. Icarus thought Hawk meant more than he did by the grandchildren comment.
I burst out laughing. “God, your face. No, Icarus, not that I know, not that they confide in me, but I’m pretty sure you’d be one of the first to know if Birdie got knocked up.”
There was a choking sound behind me, and I turned to look back to where Trace had stumbled to a halt, his face white. “Birdie’s pregnant? Why wouldn’t she tell me?”
I dropped my head back and hit it against the wall behind me. Devil was bent over, holding his side. “No one is pregnant; I don’t know a damn thing,” I said. “I made one little comment and it’s rolling out of control now.”
A little relief from the stress they’ve been under. Don’t worry, that will be coming back pretty soon.