Chapter Seventeen

Ricky

"Bull down!" Maximus yelled.

I jumped at his bellow, nearly missing what was happening to my mate. Thank Great Rhu, I caught Burke before he slumped to the ground in a dead faint. I shut out the laughter from Tim as I heaved my bull into my arms.

"You're not funny," I aimed at Tim and Maximus, who joined Tim in sniggering loudly. "My baby's in shock."

"Yeah, sorry, we should have told you he's prone to fainting," Maximus agreed. "His brain short-circuits and it's ‘bull down'."

I growled at him. My new alpha didn't look sorry, and their laughter followed me as I stomped off, holding my bull protectively.

Truth was, my brain was just as fried at the news.

Baby rhubarb.

We were going to have baby stalks.

My feet faulted. Ohhh, baby cows.

How cute would a baby cow be?

"I'm going to be a daddy." I shouted the news to the empty street.

If I hadn't been carrying a large-ass—okay, cute ass-bull in my arms, I might have done a twirl.

Okay, maybe that thought could take a back seat until I got my mate back to the house safely. Being dizzy wasn't an option.

My hours of pole dancing practice meant the trip to the house was not too difficult. What I didn't like was seeing my bull still out cold when I laid him on his bed. I sat next to him and stroked his cheek.

"Baby, wake up," I crooned.

Nothing.

"Sweety, you need to open your eyes."

Still nothing.

I scratched at my jaw, staring at my beautiful mate. Babies. We were gonna be daddies. My knees knocked together, and I slumped to the edge of the bed. Okay fainting, yeah that could be a thing for sure. I needed to focus. We needed our own patch for the babies. That was a good place to start preparing, right?

Did bulls give birth in a patch?

I dug my hand into my pocket to pull out my phone and typed in ‘bull's giving birth'. Noise assaulted my ears, and the screen showed a cow mooing for all its worth as legs dangled out of her ass. And I'm out.

I closed the screen, shutting out the awful mooing. That was a cow, what was it like for bulls?

Please let my ballsy-bull have rhubarb. That wasn't painful, was it?

Crimson, is giving birth to rhubarb painful?

I waited and waited some more. Crimson, help!

What is it? What happened? Is it another lion attack?

No. Burke's pregnant.

My oh my. How amazing, him and Tim together. New stalks for town.

She didn't sound surprised, and I wondered if she'd already suspected. Our alpha knew everything going on in the town.

What if it's not a stalk? Bull's… the video to Great Rhu… I'm not sure I want that for my mate. Although I'm not fussy, rhubarb or tiny cow. Just… I don't want my mate to suffer.

The Great Rhu will decide, and whatever it is, you're a strong rhubarb. You'll be there for your mate.

I nodded, looking at my unconscious mate. She was right; I was strong and determined. Thank you. Gotta go, I have a mate to wake up.

She was gone in a hurry when I might have projected exactly how I was going to do that. I stripped my mate, thinking about what he'd wanted earlier. I took a minute to rub toothpaste around his teeth and clean them. Do you know how hard it is to clean teeth when someone isn't cooperating? Hard.

After rinsing my hands, I climbed on the bed, my hands stroking his flat belly, grinning when his cock thickened despite his brain remaining offline. I could work with that.

I stripped next to him and shifted so I could roll my stalk up his leg, lifting my tiny fuzzies to rub his skin. A noise whistled past his teeth, and he fidgeted. I grinned, knowing my fuzzies drove him wild, and rolled to his enormous balls, then wiggled in between his legs. My stalk pressed to the underside of his cock and between his sack, I twirled and imagined myself dancing.

The groan was low and needy. That's it, my ballsy-bull, sing our song of Great Rhu love.

Oh… yeah… p-please. His hips tilted forward as his thighs closed, keeping me right where he wanted as he rode the stalk.

His musky scent increased, and I twirled faster, sensing his growing need before he thrust into the air. Cream flying about, he rolled to sitting, grabbing my stalk and bringing it in front of his firing cock and covering me in it. The sticky cream ran down my fuzzies and I leaked custard. That's it, my ballsy-bull, cover me in your cream. Dirty me up so you can lick me clean.

Panting and groaning, he sucked me into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. His tongue snaked around my stalk, lapping up my juices.

So tasty.

Only for you.

Breathless and sticky, he flopped back on the bed and I shifted, pinning him to the mattress as I lay on top of him. I cupped his cheeks, staring deep into his beautiful eyes. "Feeling better, Daddy?"

His lips widened into a big grin. "We're gonna be Daddies."

I kissed him just because. "We are." I kissed him again, thinking I needed him to clean his teeth properly, but that could wait. My Burke was feeling all kinds of happy at thoughts of babies now the shock had worn off.

"But will it be baby rhu's or calves?" I murmured, intrigued and impatient to find out.