Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
My birth father made his mark on the world in a big way and helped a lot of people. I don’t see why I need to add an asterisk to his memory that he also had a daughter with a goddess and she turned out to be the telum. Being associated with me might taint how fondly people remember Amato.
Ready for a topic change, especially because I can sense my guys trying to get through the barrier keeping them from communicating inside my head, I glance at Kenzie. “So…pregnant.”
“Yeah. I’ll start bloating like a fresh corpse soon,” she sniffs.
“Actually, corpses bloat when they’re not fresh. Around the three to five day mark.”
She sighs. “May. I’m lamenting the temporary future loss of my spectacular physique. Now is not the time to remind me of how thoroughly traumatized you are, you poor, short reaper baby.”
I’m average-sized, not short. I also don’t see how that statement of fact was indicative of my past trauma, but I grin at her anyway. “We both know you’re going to look adorable as a pregnant lady.”
Kenzie looks at me hopefully, pouting out her lower lip. “We do?”
“Absolutely. Your quintet won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”
“Well, sure, but when do they ever…”
“And you can buy all those cute maternity clothes you used to point out when you took me shopping.”
She makes a face. “I mean, if the world goes back to normal and stores reopen before the baby comes, I guess…”
“If they don’t, I’ll ask Crypt to steal all the cute baby clothes you need.”
Kenzie bursts into tears again.
“This is just so fucking nice! Oh my gods, May, you’d steal baby clothes for me? Gods, I missed you so damn much,” she sniffles, wiping her face. “Ugh, I hate crying all the damn time. Good thing I didn’t do my makeup yet—but we do need to start on yours because your hair’s all done and you’re going to look so fucking stunning. I have a few dresses you could borrow. If they’re too long, I’ll cut off the hems. Thank gods the winter is finally ending so we won’t have to cover up how sexy we are with jackets and shit. I’m going to make you look amazing—not that it’s difficult,” she adds, still half-crying as she finally unplugs the curling iron.
I forget to monitor my expression as I watch her blow her nose and wipe her leaking eyes. When Kenzie catches me looking, she bursts into laughter.
“Oh, my gods. Your face! Don’t worry, May, I’m sure you’ll be much more level-headed when you get knocked up.”
I look into the mirror, studying the way my hair has been curled. Maybe I’ll remember how to do this again later, if I ever decide to dress up for my quintet on my own. Kenzie is like family to me, so it’s better to let her know now.
I may not be a revenant anymore, and I have my heart back, but that doesn’t reverse what my body went through in the past. All that experimentation took a toll. They were thorough and extremely practical about turning me into the perfect weapon.
I can still hear Dagon’s chilling voice as he cut me open years ago. “You will become a perfect weapon. My masterpiece. But masterpieces do not bleed.”
Shaking off the dark memory, I clear my throat.
“Actually, I can’t have kids.”
“Oh.” Then Kenzie’s bright blue eyes get wider, and she puts both hands on her cheeks.
“Oh, right. It’s because you’re a demigoddess, right? I heard that it’s extremely difficult for gods to have children with humans, which is why there haven’t been many demigods or demigoddesses throughout history. That makes you kind of a miracle, but that would probably make it extra hard for you to?—“
“I’m sterile,” I clarify. “It happened when necromancers were experimenting on me in the Nether. My quintet already knows.”
Kenzie starts to fight back tears.
Oh, gods.
“I don’t think I’m the kid-having type,” I add quickly, trying to get ahead of the rainstorm.
“Ugh, Monk, that is so not the point,” she huffs, leading me out of the bathroom so she can rummage through the few dress bags she brought from her quintet’s temporary living space. “I just forgot for a second all the shit you went through. It’s one thing to choose not to have kids and another thing if someone else took the choice away from you completely. Stupid motherfucking necromancers,” she snarls, throwing one of the dress bags at a wall.
I hear snarling, Crypt’s alarmed voice finally breaks through into my head.
Gods above, is that psychotic, hormonal pregnant woman attacking you?
I’m not even going to comment on the irony of you calling someone else psychotic.
You beat me to it by barely a second,
Boo, Baelfire laughs.
But seriously, Kenzie sounds pissed. You okay?
I’m fine.
We’re not fine, Everett groans.
You always look gorgeous, Snowdrop. Just come outside.
Hang on.
You’re not all just waiting around out there in the hallway, are you?
Would you rather this, or us ripping each other apart in the apartment?
Silas asks.
Because we’re the furthest thing from good company for each other whenever you’re away.
Gods. They’re ridiculous.
I’m fighting a smile as I focus on Kenzie again, deciding to change the topic since this upset her so much. “Which dress are you wearing?”
“I don’t have ‘momnesia’ yet, so don’t think that conversation is one-and-done. We’re coming back to it another time,” she huffs in warning before her entire face brightens, and she holds up the first dress she’s pulled out. “This one is mine. What do you think?”
“I think someone stole the rest of the dress.”
“Nope. That’s all of it,” she bounces her eyebrows. “Look, I have to show off while I still can, before I turn into a total fucking blimp and the best curve on my body is my baby bump.”
I laugh at her melodrama. “For the last time, you’re going to keep looking gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” she sighs. “Logically, I know I’ll be fine, but gods, I don’t know how my vanity is going to survive this pregnancy. Not to mention, my dignity. Did you know some women shit themselves when they give birth?
They shit themselves, May. Ugh! My quintet will never look at me the same again.”
“The baby will probably be cute,” I try, not used to this whole optimistic shtick.
“
Probably?
“
Kenzie practically shrieks, gesturing wildly at her face to make her point.
“Definitely,” I amend quickly. “The cutest baby ever.”
Did she just yell at you? Baelfire growls through the bond.
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