"Just the usual mishaps," she'd said. Like nearly being run down by a car—not once but twice in as many weeks—was normal. Or that fact the her apartment had been ransacked.
Jo sighed, knowing Ellina's heedlessness worried Maksim a lot.
"I have no regrets," Jo said, wanting to draw his attention away from fretting. "I love being married to a demon. Even when you're red and scaly."
"Oh, we are not going to even speculate on how much you like my demon self. You kinky thing."
She laughed. "Plus you are a pretty reformed demon these days."
"Shh, you're ruining my reputation."
She laughed again, but the sound died on her lips as his hand sloped down over the swell of her belly, heading to the place on her body that always ached for his touch. He leisurely stroked her, her arousal slicking his fingers.
"Mmm," he moaned. He loved her reaction to him.
"I do have one concern," she managed to say, even though it was darn near impossible to focus when he swirled his finger like that—with just the right pressure.
Said finger paused.
"What's that?"
"Well, you are never going to age and I will," she said.
He was quiet, then said in a strained voice, "I will figure that out. We will be together forever."
She smiled. "Well, I do have a plan."
"You do?"
"Well, I do have four best friends who are lampirs. So I figured they could help me out. Would you be okay with being married to a lampir?"
"As long as the lampir is you. Then definitely."
He kissed her and that talented hand of his started moving again. Oh, being married to a demon was unusual, but she was loving every minute of it.