Blissfully Wicked

  BY

  Teresa Gabelman

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2019 by Teresa Gabelman

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is coincidental.

  This book contains content that may not be suitable for young readers 17 and under.

  The Author of this Book has been granted permission by Robyn Peterman to use the copyrighted characters and/or worlds created by Robyn Peterman in this book. All copyright protection to the original characters and/or worlds of the Magic and Mayhem series is retained by Robyn Peterman.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Acknowledgments

  Once again, thank you so much, Robyn, for allowing me and my characters to come into your wonderful universe. You ROCK!

  To all the readers, thank you so much. Without you, there is no story. Hugs!

  Foreword

  Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!

  I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.

  What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?

  Well, let me explain...

  It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you...the results are hilarious!

  So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Side-splitting books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!

  For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!

  Chapter 1

  Wicked waddled into the nursery, her hand on her protruding stomach. She was near the end of her pregnancy and couldn’t wait to purge these babies into the world. Crude way of thinking, but she was so sick of being pregnant. At first, it was great, but carrying two humans inside her, growing quicker than an average fetus was too much.

  Glancing at one of the cribs, she frowned when a furry paw rose up, hitting the dangling crib toy above it before disappearing. Rolling her eyes, she sighed. “Bruce, get out of the crib,” she ordered, looking away to the colorful paintings she had created on the walls. She knew she was having a boy and a girl, so one side was painted with cute dinosaurs while the other was decorated with precious little fairy scenes.

  “Oh, hey, fatty.” Bruce leaped up, looking guilty as hell. “How are you feeling today?”

  “Useless, tired, fatigued, my boobs hurt, and I have to pee again,” Wicked replied, glancing his way. “Sorry you asked?”

  “You have no idea.” Bruce jumped from the crib onto the floor. “So let me ask, why isn’t my room all fancied up like this? Don’t you care about me?”

  “What?” Wicked made her way to one of the two rocking chairs and slowly sat down.

  Bruce sauntered toward the other chair and leaped up to sit down. “You’ve done all this...” His paw swept the room. “...for creatures you’ve never met and me, well, I have a small white room with a lumpy pet bed.”

  “First of all, if you call my children creatures one more time you won’t need a room.” Wicked glared at him. “And you’re lucky you’ve got a room. Thorne wanted to keep you outside.”

  “Sorry, rug rats.” Bruce grimaced, then continued. “And really? Thorne thinks I’m an outside alley cat?”

  Wicked rolled her eyes as she leaned her head back and slowly closed them.

  “Guess I know where my new litter box is,” Bruce remarked snidely. “If I perch just right, I can drop a load into his boots.”

  “And I’ll make sure to bury you deep enough that no predators dig up your corpse.” Wicked kept her eyes closed, exhaustion overtaking her. “If there is anything left of you.”

  “Thorne’s sister likes me.” Bruce’s voice hinted at becoming a pitiful “feel sorry for me” tone. “Even though you and Thorne treat me horribly.”

  Wicked slowly opened her eyes to glance at Bruce, who kept peeking her way. “Horribly?”

  “Yes, horribly.” He narrowed his eyes. “Wanting to keep me outside like some flea-infested street cat and you... being all fat and bitchy, would probably have let him toss me into the streets.”

  “Fat and bitchy?” Wicked frowned, then quickly twirled her finger and smiled when Bruce’s furry stomach protruded as if he held a litter of baby Bruces in his tummy. Then his paws swelled up.

  Bruce shrieked. “What the...?”

  “Now who’s fat and bitchy?” With a laugh, Wicked sat up.

  “What did he do now?” Thorne’s deep voice took her attention away from Bruce, who was staring down at his deformed furry body in horror.

  “Called me fat and bitchy,” Wicked replied, then tried once to get out of the rocking chair but failed. Before she could attempt it again, Thorne was before her and pulled her up gently. “Thank you.”

  “Oh, so you’re nice to him,” Bruce spat.

  “He hasn’t called me fat and bitchy.” Wicked wrapped her arms around Thorne’s waist the best she could.

  “Want me to eat him?” Thorne’s voice soothed her. It had a unique way of doing that. “I can change into my panther real quick. I’m sure he’d enjoy it. I know I sure as hell will.”

  “Oh, ha freaking ha. Very funny.” Bruce jumped from the chair, then fell as his stomach hit first, sending him rolling. He had a hard time standing on his swollen paws. “Okay, Wicked. I get the point. Change me back now.”

  “No, I don’t think so.” Wicked sighed, laying her head against Thorne’s chest. “Maybe this will teach you that words hurt.”

  “Ah, what a bunch of bullshit.” Bruce hissed, finally getting his paws underneath him. “You’ve been called worse and you know I don’t mean it. I just say stupid shit to make a point. Now seriously, change me back.”

  “Is he really pregnant?” Thorne frowned down at Bruce with a cocked eyebrow. “Because I seriously have no desire to raise anything birthed by that dumbass.”

  “Excuse me.” Bruce sat as regally as he could. “I will raise my own rug rats, thank you very much. And you’d be damn lucky to be involved in the upbringing of the rug rats that came out of my hoo-ha if I had one, so suck it, Thorne.”

  Wicked sighed and twirled her finger. Immediately, Bruce was back to his old self. Even that seemed to wear her out now.

  “Now why don’t you use that to whip me up some salmon and wine?” Bruce said after checking his belly and all four paws out. “I’m so hungry I could eat the ass out of a possum.”

  Slowly, she looked up at Thorne, who was trying not to grin at Bruce. “Kill him.”

  “My pleasure,” Thorne replied, making a motion toward Bruce, who hurried out of the room before Thorne’s boot was in his ass.

  A wave of dizziness swam over her at Thorne’s sudden movement, but he caught her against him as she wavered on her feet.

  “Hey.” Thorne lifted her face up to his. “You okay?”

  “I’m just really tired.” Wicked didn’t want to alarm him. He seemed to freak more and more the closer she got to term, or she should say the bigger she got.

  Effortlessly, Thorne picked her up and headed out of the nursery. “Then you need to rest. I’ll take care of dinner.”

  “I have to pee.” Wicked’s eyes closed again as she let him carry her. Admittedly, she was grateful for his Shifter genes. His muscles came in handy. He walked into the bathroom and carefully set her down on her feet. He stepped out giving her privacy, but she knew he was right outside the door. Finishing, she washed her hands then reached to open the door just as another wave of dizziness swept over her.

  Braced against the wall, Wicked took deep, even breaths. Once the dizziness passed, she slowly went to open the door again and successfully made it back to Thorne, who picked her up, carrying her to the bed.

  Thorne was so careful as he laid her down. She gave him a small smile. On the mattress, she got herself comfortable, thankful the dizziness stayed away. “I feel so worthless and I miss tattooing,” she admitted once settled.

  “Worthless?” Thorne frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Honey, you are doing the most important job in this world. Carrying and protecting our precious babes.”

  He always knew the right words to say to her when she was feeling down. “You’re right. I’m just so tired.”

  “Is that all that’s wrong?” Thorne asked, then cursed before rushing out, “Not that being tired isn’t part of what you should be feeling. You just seem pale.”

  “I’m

fine,” Wicked replied, not really lying. At the moment, she did feel fine.

  Thorne stared at her for a long moment as if gauging whether she was telling the truth. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “I have some calls to make, but I’m not leaving so if you need anything, just yell.”

  Wicked nodded and smiled. “You’re too good to me.”

  Once again, he leaned down, this time kissing her on the lips gently. “I love you, Wicked.”

  She answered with an “I love you” as she watched him walk out the door and close it softly behind him. Glancing down at her gigantic belly, her smile grew. Her hand on her stomach, she rubbed small circles over the taut skin. Unfortunately, since being pregnant, her magic was a little wonky. She had heard stories about witches trying to use their magic to hurry their pregnancy along with terrible consequences. That was definitely a chance she wasn’t willing to take. Wicked had barely used any magic at all, not wanting to set Thorne’s house on fire or worse, set him on fire. Since her magic was very unpredictable, it was best all around.

  Her eyes growing heavy, she closed them, drifting quickly into sleep with her hands lovingly cradling her stomach. Her last thought of how very different her life had changed since meeting Thorne and how lucky she was flittered through her mind.

  Chapter 2

  Hearing clanging from the kitchen, Wicked carefully made her way toward the noise. She felt off-balance but kept her head about her. The dizziness wasn’t as bad as it had been last night. A rarity of late, she’d slept through the night, waking up to see that Thorne must have changed her into one of his large, now-overstretched T-shirts. How he managed that without magic was definitely a question she wanted to ask.

  The smell of bacon hit her senses first. Her stomach revolted for just a second and then grumbled hungrily. She loved bacon, could live on bacon, and craved it—other than the smell. What used to smell so damn good now turned her stomach and yet, she could eat a whole pig by herself if you fried the poor thing. Lord, she loved animals, but bacon was her downfall every single time she thought about going vegan.

  Monica and Thorne worked quietly making breakfast as Bruce lay sprawled out, sunning himself on the floor from the beam of sunlight coming through the window. She smiled as she stared at everyone and was ready to make her presence known until she heard Thorne speak.

  “I’m worried.” Thorne’s deep voice broke the silence.

  Wicked backed away from the door as quietly as she could, super aware of Thorne’s keen hearing. She watched as Monica looked up at her brother, her face also a mask of concern.

  “She’s going to be fine, Thorne,” Monica replied with a frown. “She is big, but she’s carrying twins.”

  “And I almost killed our mother, Monica,” Thorne all but hissed over the frying bacon. “What if her body can’t handle this? I will never forgive myself.”

  Biting her lip, Wicked held on tightly, determined to remain still and quiet. The fear in Thorne’s voice hit her hard, made her pulse pick up. She willed herself to calm. Without a doubt, she was going to keep the dizziness to herself for now. There was no way she would worry Thorne any more than he already was. Plus, now she was freaking out a little herself. She had been talking to Dr. Slade Buchanan by Skype with Zelda, who was acting as her baby doctor until Slade could get down this way. Something was going on in his world, though, and he couldn’t get to her unless it was an absolute emergency. As far as he knew, her pregnancy had been progressing well, certainly enough to let Zelda fill in for him.

  “What are you doing?” Bruce’s voice made her jump, the jarring almost making her pee herself. One of the babies was always on her bladder—she suspected using it for a pillow or punching bag.

  “Dammit, Bruce,” Wicked snapped, then felt her cheeks redden at being caught listening to Thorne and Monica’s conversation. “I was trying to decide if I needed to go to the bathroom before I got too far away from it.”

  “Oh, so you weren’t spying?” Bruce snorted, giving her a sideways look as he passed.

  Wicked flipped him off, then headed toward the bathroom to finish what Bruce had started when he scared her. She swore she was going to pee herself to death before she had these babies.

  Finishing up, she opened the door and jumped again when her eyes landed on Thorne’s wide T-shirt-covered chest. My Goddess, being pregnant made her jumpy.

  “Sorry.” Thorne frowned down at her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “It’s okay. Just startled me. Didn’t expect to find a handsome Shifter outside the bathroom door.” She chuckled, taking his hand in hers.

  “Breakfast is ready.” Thorne led her toward the kitchen. “You feel better rested?”

  Wicked nodded, not wanting to lie any more to him. She still felt exhausted. Just pulling on and off her underwear around her big belly wore her out. “Smells good,” she said as they walked into the kitchen, though her appetite seemed to vanish.

  Wicked hated being a burden on anyone. She had always made her own way, taken care of herself and her business. Grabbing the plate Monica offered her, she filled it with some scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.

  “What do you want to drink?” Thorne headed toward the refrigerator.

  “Orange juice is fine,” she replied, then sat at the table.

  “I swear I have never seen a cat eat scrambled eggs before.” Monica carried her plate over to the table, watching Bruce go to town on a large plate of eggs.

  Bruce looked up from his food to announce, “You’d be amazed at the things I can do,” before diving back in.

  Wicked rolled her eyes as she played with her food. A large hand appeared with a glass of orange juice.

  “You need to eat,” Thorne said, and left to get his plate.

  For some reason, his order irritated her, to the point she wanted to lash out. Instead, she held her tongue and only nodded. Taking a bite of bacon, she chewed and chewed and chewed. It felt and tasted like a piece of leather. Setting the rest of the piece down, she grabbed for the orange juice, almost knocking it over.

  “Careful.” Thorne caught the glass, juice sloshing over his hand and table.

  “Sorry,” Wicked hissed, her mood souring even more. Feeling Bruce’s stare, she glanced his way seeing his questioning look. He knew her well. Clearing her throat, she used her napkin to clean up the mess.

  “I’ll get it.” Thorne went to move her hand away, but she pushed his back.

  “I’ve got it.” Even she heard the growl in her voice as she snapped the words.

  “Wicked?” Thorne questioned with a frown.

  “Don’t anger the beast,” Bruce warned in a whisper.

  “I’m pregnant, Thorne. Not incompetent.” Wicked continued to scrub the table more harshly than she needed to. “I can clean up my own mess.”

  “Dude, don’t respond.” Bruce crept toward Thorne, his eyes on Wicked. “Just say, yes, ma’am.”

  “Bruce, shut the fuck up,” Thorne growled, but kept his eyes on her. “Wicked, what’s wrong?”

  A long sigh escaped her as she fell back into her chair. “Nothing. I’m just a little moody. I’m sorry.”

  “That’s part of it, I’m afraid.” Monica smiled at her. “A friend of mine was the sweetest person you ever could meet, but then she got pregnant. I swear one minute she was smiling, and the next minute she had fangs ready to tear your throat out.”

  Wicked frowned at her. Holy hell, was she that bad?

  “Not that you’ve been like that, but your moods are a little up and down,” Monica assured her. “The closer to the due date she got, the more I worried about her husband. I swear if looks could kill, that man would be dead and buried.”

  “And that, my friends, is why I use protection,” Bruce added to the silence that followed. He then walked proudly out of the room, leaving his clean plate behind.

  “Don’t ask,” Thorne said to his sister, who was watching Bruce walk out of the room.

  “I don’t want to ask, but seriously, how in the hell does a cat use protection?” Monica stood and took her plate to the sink.

  Wicked continued to stare at her plate with a frown. Not even Bruce’s weird comments brought an irritated grin to her face.

 

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