“But it’s good to know that it is possible. You know?” He threaded his fingers through my hair. “If down the road we decide we want to.”

“What? Ruin a child?”

He laughed. “Yeah, that.”

Another smile curled up my lips. I still felt a little guilty for being so damn relieved, but I was so not ready for that. Not with everything going on. Maybe not ever, but at least that would be a choice we would get to make.

“What do you think he meant about the whole ‘before’ part?” Zayne asked. “About what our child would be.”

“God, that’s anyone’s guess. We’re going to have to obsess over that later.” I started to pull back.

Zayne stopped me, dipping his chin so that when he spoke, his lips brushed my cheek. “What happened to the Protector and the Trueborn? That’s not us. That will never be us.”

“I know.” I stretched up as far as I could, and he lowered his head the rest of the way. I kissed him. “Whoever would be stupid enough to try that wouldn’t be walking back out of our bedroom.”

“Agreed.” The kiss he gave me then was longer, deeper, and when it was over, I wished we had more time. “We need to get out there and find Lucifer.”

“We do.” I stepped out of his embrace. “At least we don’t have to go to a drugstore.”

“We still need to get you new sunglasses,” he reminded me as we left the kitchen.

Since the living room was dark, Zayne had worked his way so he was only a step ahead of me, leading a path around the furniture. God, I had missed that. I reached out, curling my fingers around the edge of his shirt.

Roth was waiting for us in the foyer, alone.

“Where’s Layla?” Zayne asked.

“Chasing down Robin. He thinks it’s playtime so he ran upstairs.”

I stepped around Zayne. “Where’s your nope rope?”

“Nope rope?” Roth chuckled. “My danger noodle is on my arm. She’s not as ill-behaved as Robin. It’ll take her a minute to catch him, so I figured you guys can go ahead and head out. If you guys want Dupont Circle, we’ll check H Street.”

“Sounds good to me,” Zayne said as we started for the door.

I was thinking it was going to be a long night as we stepped out into the muggy July night air.

“By the way,” Roth started.

Zayne turned back to him. “I really hope you’re not bringing up what you heard Grim talking to us about.”

“Nope. Knowledge that you two aren’t going to be parents isn’t any of my business,” Roth said, and I frowned. “There’s just something I need to say.”

“Can’t wait to hear this,” Zayne replied.