“Shit! Ketahn!” Diego was beside the bed, frantically shoving his feet into a pair of pants, his bare ass toward Ketahn. Will, shirtless, was standing on the opposite side, holding a blanket over his pelvis. “Ivy leaked,” Ketahn growled. “The broodling comes.” “Leaked?” “Um…sorry for intruding,” Ivy said, flicking a glance between Diego and Will, “but um, my water broke.” “It did not break, it spilled,” Ketahn said. “Like a flood.” “Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but it doesn’t matter. The—”
