Page 48 of A Swan’s Love Song

doubted there was a problem. Unless Sean complained of horrible cramping, it was unlikely anything

bad had happened to the egg.

Sean stretched out his legs, yawned, then rolled over so he was facing Avi. With a contented

smile, Avi trailed a finger along Sean’s brow then down his cheek, where he followed the line of his

jaw.

“Mmm. That’s nice.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Avi dipped his head to press a light kiss to

Sean’s lips.

“That’s okay.” Sean’s eyes fluttered open. The glow of the bedside lamp reflected from his soft

brown irises. “I’m thirsty.”

Sean made as if to rise from the bed, but Avi laid a hand on his arm. “Stay here. I’ll get it for

you. What would you like?”

He was greeted with a frown. “You’ve been waiting on me all day. Things were rough for you

too, and you even got hurt.”

Avi held in a chuckle. “Scratches, nothing more. They weren’t even very deep ones. That was

one wimpy swan.”

Sean ran his palm up and down the arm Avi was supporting himself with, stopping now and

then to play in the hairs. “I was so scared. I was afraid something bad would happen to you.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Avi winked. “He barely plucked any of my feathers. Let’s forget about that

useless excuse for a bird and get back to more significant issues. What can I get you to drink?”

Sean grinned. “I love you, Avi.”

Avi’s emotions were running high after what they’d been through that day, but he didn’t want

Sean to pick up on his anxiety. “I love you too, honey. Drink?”

“You’re so bossy.” Sean started to make a pouty face but ended up laughing instead.

Avi let out a long exhale of relief. He had to quit thinking of Sean as some sort of delicate

creature who couldn’t handle any adversity without crumbling to bits. His mate was strong, stable and

loving.

And a swan.

Eagles might be raptors that could tear the flesh from another creature with a vice-like beak and

sharp talons, but no one could stand up to the fury of an enraged swan.