The Hideous Secret

A Request

Kennith pounded on their door in an urgent matter and with a snap of Aleksandar's fingers the door opened. The smaller but equally terrifying Dark Lord stormed in and stopped before Allahie's mate.

"What ever do you demand?" He roared, "I have ten minutes until I am to see the king."

"I need a favor."

"What!?" Kennith roared, "And why do you dare ask me!?"

"I want to postpone my war time. I want another week at home with my mate. That way its only two weeks we are to be apart.

"In what fucking psycho world do you think I can help or would want to help you get that time off! Your a dark lord! You need to be leading the charge! We nullify their magic so our others soldiers can get in !"

Aleksandar crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. "You care nothing of my children, but Kennith one is yours. How much do you want me on the front line now?"

Kennith gaped in shock and began stammering. "One...one...baby...mine!?"

Allahie watched as Aleksandar prowled up to him, "Yours rests right here," he took Kennith's hand and placed it on the left side of his abdomen. Kennith's eyes grew wider.

"My child! I'm going to have a child!" Kennith threw his arms around Aleksandar's neck and then kissed his cheek, until Allahie roared in anger and set him flying across the room.

"Don't touch my mate!" She screeched firmly planting herself in front of her dark lord.

Kennith climbed to his feet and smiled, "I'm going to be a father."

"Can you do it? Can you get me off the front lines?"

"Of course I will, there is no need for you right now anyway. It's best you stay here and care for my child." Allahie couldn't comprehend what was going through Kennith until she remembered he had lost his mate a few days after--as Alek told her--she announced her pregnancy. Of course Kennith was going to be careful now. With her and Kennith together the king would respect their wishes.

"Before I head back out though, Alek," Kennith murmured, "Call the medic, I want to see my baby. Allahie come with me I will need your help to convince the king."

The female fae growled protectively but nodded her head. "Just rest Alek." Her golden eyed mate nodded his head and disappeared into the kitchen for food. "Let's go, Kennith."

*****

Aleksandar sighed as he used his magic to twist a sausage over in the frying pan. He was always hungry. Always. A moment later he absentmindedly stroked his exposed stomach since he had taken his shirt off.

"The three of you are shits," he laughed dipping his gaze to the swell. Allahie no doubt was going to love his stomach in the daylight, being raised knowing the duty he would have to preform in life he smiled at the swell. He thought it was precious and adorable.

Despite not having names for them, their developing magic gave away characteristics that he used to determine who was who as they shifted and moved about. From his knowledge right now he was going to have two boys and a girl. The little girl's magic, though equally powerful, was delicate and hard to read at times. While Kennith's dark magic babe was constantly at war with his Hellfire child.

"How am I going to go to war with the three of you?" Aleksandar questioned letting the food cook as he placed both hands solely on his stomach. Going to war was cruel. He had three little lives to think about not to mention his mates.

The dark lord frowned and smiled as he heard soft footsteps. A moment later he was embraced from behind as his mate hugged his belly carefully. "Allahie," he grinned, his heart warming at her presence, "Your back in time for breakfast."

She laughed at him, "Will there even be any left?"

Aleksandar was tempted to tell her he'd rather go hungry, pregnant or not, before he ever let her be without food. "Of course," he responded steadily looping his arm around her shoulder. He'd begun to realize how lean and strong she looked, while he looked all the more fatter.

"I swear your little belly grew since yesterday!" she cried and he leaned into her touch. To his surprise she squatted down to be level with it. "I really am so happy your mommy is going to be staying, I will get to know you so much better now!" She chirped to his stomach, her green eyes sparkling.

A moment later she kissed his stomach and his heart thudded in content--it was her first time preforming such a loving action as that. Aleksandar smiled wider with happiness, he had his mate and he was going to have three beautiful little babies.

"So I don't have to go for war?"

"Kennith was very clear of that, he honestly has a way with the king."

"You do to Allahie, I've never seen him like anyone so quickly. Him and Kennith have a natural connection, they both lost their mates on the same day in battle....which I shall talk about another time."

"Rathgar cares for you to, Alek, you just don't see it. He told me he's going to let us raise the babes." She stood up to kiss his jaw and then lips.

"So what am I to do this week?"

"Train with me, I don't want you to become absurdly overweight."

"It may happen, I don't know how much baby weight I'm going to gain."

"Even if you were fat, a very fat gob," Allahie laughed, "I'd still love you, you'd be my fat pregnant gob."

He flicked her ear and rolled his eyes, "I need to start consulting a special tailor. If I am to stay here while war broods I need to get formal clothing that will fit my belly."

"Your belly isn't that big, darling, and even if it was it's simply adorable."

"Most people won't see it that way...." he paused to shift the eggs and bacon in the pan and roll the sausages again, "Though I am glad how this is turning out. We will be a happy family."