“You don’t know a lot about Trueborns,” he pointed out.

“And that’s why I asked Dez to see if Gideon could find anything that would indicate either way.”

Zayne blinked. “You asked Dez to ask Gideon?”

“Who else was I supposed to ask? I don’t think Thierry or Matthew would know—and that is a conversation I so do not want to have with them—and I thought of Gideon. He knows a lot and has access to a bunch of dusty books that no one reads,” I told him. “Unless an angel is going to pop up and answer the question, he was the best idea I could come up with.”

“I can’t even imagine what that conversation with Dez went like.”

“Oh, trust me, you don’t want to. I would like to pretend it never happened, but hopefully he finds something out so we...”

Those ultrabright eyes met mine. “So we know.”

Stomach flip-flopping all over the place, I nodded and then I started to speak but stopped.

Always observant, he caught it. “What? What were you about to say?”

Warmth crept into my cheeks as I untangled my tongue. “What would we do if I... God,” I groaned. “I can barely say it, which I know is stupid. But saying it makes it a more real possibility, and that reality is superscary now or ten years from now.”

“Agreed.” He nodded.

“But we’re adults, right? Basically. You more so than me, but it’s not like we’re not old enough—” I stopped myself with a shaky laugh. “Who am I kidding? If I was thirty, I wouldn’t feel old enough. What are we going to do if what you’ve got going on works with what I’ve got going on?”

One of his brows rose. “You mean, what if I got you pregnant?”

“What if we got ourselves pregnant,” I corrected.

“I don’t know,” he said with a soft, somewhat uncertain laugh. “We would—”

“Have to figure it out?”

“Together. Yes.”

“I can’t... I can’t even think about it,” I admitted. “That’s possibly the most immature response, which is a key sign that I’ll make a terrible parent, but I can’t even wrap my head around that possibility.”

“I can’t, either. And it’s not that I wouldn’t be okay with the idea—if that’s what you decided,” he said, and the next breath I took lodged somewhere in the swelling in my chest. “It’s just not something I’ve prepared myself for, but I will get prepared no matter what happens or is decided.”

Some of the unacknowledged tension loosened. It wasn’t that the possibility of being pregnant didn’t still freak me the Hell out. It did and then some, but it wouldn’t be something I faced alone. There was nothing I would face alone now.