Whispers of the Deep (Deep Waters, #1)

by Emma Hamm

He noticed the tattoos of his pod winding down her arm and across her chest. She wore a top woven out of kelp, just like his mother used to make. And her belly was so round she could barely hold on to him. She tilted her head back with laughter, eventually allowing herself to flatten out in the water and gripped him with only her legs as the image of himself reached for her belly. He watched as he touched the rounded mound, running his fingers carefully over her skin and then pressing his webs against her. There was slight movement underneath her skin, large and rippling, just like a tail moving inside her. It wasn’t possible. Surely the ancients weren’t telling him that he could start a new species. That he and Mira could be the link between their kind. It wasn’t possible. But the smile on her face... It was one of so much love as she looked down at his hands on her belly. The memory was ripped from him, and he felt it tear away from his mind like he had been clutching it close to his chest. He wanted to look at it a little while longer.

They better not be playing a trick on him cause this future sound sooo cute