A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

A Decision

"Lincoln!" Valkyrie called after his mate. The Bounty Hunter ignored him with a shake of his head though.

"I'm not talking about it for the last time! My real parents are dead!" Lincoln screeched back slamming the massive wooden double doors to the training room. Valkyrie jus put his hand against one, and gave a sigh as he let it slide down.

It had been an entire month and a half since the twin's birth, and Lincoln was finally back on his feet after battling many infections and repeated stitches. It all added to his accumulating temper and now that he was able to do things on his own he had begun unleashing it. Valkyrie supposed it was his fault for he had been spurring Lincoln on.

First with the fact Carlo was his real father and only an idiot couldn't see the differences, second he was the real king, and third....Valkyrie gave a slight smile, he may have been pushing Lincoln to sleep or rather participate in nightly activites in the bed, with him to much. Only because he knew Lincoln wouldn't start cycling for a long while, and he was safe assured he couldn't get the smaller man pregnant again.

Lincoln was incredibly cold and sour though. All his bed rest, right after having the twins, had left him incredibly out of shape. His stomach had a pudge the muscles in his legs and arms and over all body were fading, and he was even starting to lose his pectorals. Because of that though, since last week he had been in the training room for over three hours a day. Doing all sorts of crazy stuff right before he would throw himself out side for ten mile some run.

"Come on, Lincoln!" Valkyrie pleaded, "Can't we just talk?"

"Talk to a wall!" Lincoln screamed back, and the warrior could hear him punching the living shit out the hanging, sand-filled, boxing bag.  The warrior could also hear light scuffles, with his enlightened hearing, as Lincoln swiftly moved about, and shifted as he pretended to fake punches, dodge, and feint.

"Come on Lincoln, please...." Valkyrie whined, "You can't hide from it forever...." He died off. He knew what he had to do. "Lincoln, if you are the rightful king this could prevent you from having to deal with Katarin.  This could prevent us from having...to struggle through with a pregnancy that isn't our baby."

Lincoln stopped, and gave a heavy sigh, "Valkyrie..." his voice was hoarse, he almost sounded near tears, "What good would I do. I kill everyone and everything that bothers me. I'm not fit to rule. I'm fit to serve. So leave me alone."

Valkyrie sank against the door, with his back to it. "Lincoln, it's not fair to me."

"It's not fair to either of us, so shut your damn mouth!" Lincoln snarled like a rabid animal. "I get pregnant, and could very well die, after a session of basically forced rape, just so I can keep you and our twins safe. Then I bare him the child. You don't have to do anything. You just have to accept it!"

Valkyrie ground his teeth. There had to be another way. It bothered him to no end to know once again his little mate was keeping their family safe from the wrath of the king and there was nothing he could do! No battles he could fight, and no other ideas he could think up of.

"Lincoln, just talk to me please."

"What is there to talk about? Maybe you taking them away while I get raped?" Lincoln's voice was weak, "Maybe you not returning at all?"

"Lincoln stop!" Valkryie spit, "Stop being so negative, I would never leave you to start with. Let alone take away our children. The children you and I created! The ones you nearly died for! If you'd fucking talk to me we could avoid this!"

The door was heaved open and Valkyrie tumbled to his back, after the door was removed from behind him. Lincoln stood panting, doused in sweat. "I want to kill him. I've expressed that to you."

Valkyrie stood after a moment, towering over his mate. Lincoln snarled as he looked up to the massive warrior and met his gaze. "And you can help me by getting my fat ass back into shape."

"Link...."

"Stop talking and help me. If I am going to do anything, I can't be like this!" He jestured to his body, his black shirt clinging to him after being doused in sweat. One week had already made a great difference, but the pudge was still there, and his body was not fully lean and muscular. The warrior dipped his head.

"Back to square one?"

"Yes, when you first met me you big turd brain!"

"Drop down and give me twenty, remember, I don't tolerate foul language." Lincoln rolled his eyes, looking like he was about to argue but then listened. The warrior smiled as he watched his mate. His mate was so strong and reliable and independent. His back--as he did the pushups--was actually still rather muscled and it was a nice sight.

"Stop looking at me like that, or I'm going to beat your face in," Lincoln snarled, "Because that is the face that makes babies, and that is the face I never want to see again!"

Valkyrie gave a laugh, his deep voice filling the room, "Okay Lincoln, I'll give you mild version until you are ready."

"I'm never having a baby again, not counting Katarin's if I have it or not."

"Link we are immortal demi-fae, we will live for a hell of a long time if not forever. We are going to have more children, trust me."

"Keep talking and I will never let you see me naked again."

Valkyrie snorted, "If you say so, my love."

"Shut up!"

"Give me another fifteen pushups!"

"Fuck you!"

"Make it thirty."

"Get you ass down here next to me!"

"Make it forty!" The warrior chuckled warmly again as he dropped down beside his mate and joined him. Lincoln grunted in reply.

"After this we fight. I have to get my agility and anticipation back."

"Of course, then we will work on strength training."

"An plans to kill Katarin," Lincoln growled.

"And yes, maybe that, or at least a better plan that letting him rule our lives," Valkyrie responded, "And then after we take a bath, maybe have some fun, and then do something with the twins assuming they are up from their nap or if Carlo doesn't have them."

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