For the Love of Cupidity: A Valentine’s Day Novella (Heart Hassle Book 4)
For the Love of Cupidity: Chapter 21

I look at the midwife like she’s insane. Also like I want to murder her with my demon powers. I seriously consider soul-sucking her for, like, a good thirty seconds.

“You’ve got to push, honey,” she tells me again.

I shake my head “I…I just…” I point at the baby I just delivered. “I already did that! I’m supposed to be done! That’s the rules!”

“Yes, but now you’re going to do it again. Now push!”

“Fuuuuuuuuucking hell!” I scream as I push as hard as I can.

Of course, that’s when the demon, Jerkahf appears in a burst of hellfire smoke.

He materializes at the foot of my bed, with a front row seat to my stretched-out uppercunt.

When we see each other, our eyes widen, and we both shriek in alarm.

“Don’t look at me!” I shriek, at the same time that he cries, “My eyes!”

Evert is on him in a hot second, smashing his fist against the demon’s jaw, but I’m too busy to intervene because I’m pushing again and feeling like my vagina is stretching wide enough to accommodate a freaking elephant.

It’s so hard. It hurts. My entire vagina is on fire. “Something isn’t right!” I wail. “Oh gods, it’s too big!” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The midwife has a strained look on her face as she tries to help me pry the baby from my body. “Keep pushing!” she urges.

I push and push and push until black spots appear in my vision and then…a baby bull pops out of me.

The midwife holds it up in shock. Its sleek hair is covered in blood and placenta. I pant, and everyone freezes in astonishment, looking at the freaking bull that I just pushed out of my vagina. It has little baby horns—dulled, thank gods—and little hooves. Oh, and it’s wings? They’re cupid red. It’s adorable, but…

My eyes swing to my lamassu mate. “You…you didn’t tell me that I might have to give birth to a freaking winged bull!” I screech.

He looks at me guiltily. “I didn’t want to worry you, my beloved. It doesn’t happen often. Only very strong lamassus can shift before birth.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “My vagina is crying right now, Okot. It’s never gone be the same after that. Never. All those times I warned you about my narrow channel, well, now you’ve really done it. You’ve ruined it for good.”

Evert takes our daughter from Okot’s arms so that the midwife can hand the squirmy winged bull to him instead. The little bull sniffs Okot’s fingers and nuzzles against his chest. It’s little tail wags.

“I will gift you a token to show my love and appreciation for the sacrifice you have made to your vagina,” Okot tells me seriously.

“Okay. But I want a really, really good token. Like, the best freaking token ever. Better yet, I want two.”

“It will be done, my beloved.”

I nod tersely. “Good.”

“I cannot believe you summoned me to see that,” the demon whines, and I look over at him where he’s slumped against the wall, sporting a black eye.

“It was an accident,” I say.

“I never want to see that again.”

I scowl. “I’ll have you know, that my vagina usually looks super appealing. You caught it at a bad time.”

“It was like seeing a fleshy watermelon squeezing out of a fleshy oyster,” he says with a shudder.

I glare at him. “Get out.”

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

With the snap of his fingers, he disappears in a puff of smoke. Sylred immediately opens the windows so the babies don’t breathe any of it in.

My attention goes back to my lamassu mate, and our son who suddenly shifts from a bull to a baby boy. Okot wraps him in a blanket.

“Can I see them?” I ask.

“Of course you can,” Ronak says, kissing me on the top of the head. “You did it, little demon.”

I sigh in relief as Okot and Evert bring both babies up to me so I can see them. I start crying all over again as soon as my eyes land on their perfect little faces. “They’re so tiny and beautiful,” I say, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks. They’ve already fallen asleep, snuggled into their blankets.

“Twins,” I say with wonder. “No wonder I was so big.” I look at Okot. “I knew it was your fault.”

Okot smiles shyly. I can tell he’s proud, but he doesn’t want to gloat since, you know, he’s the reason I just had to push a bull out of my coochie.

“Umm, Emelle?” the midwife says.

My head swings over to face her.

And then another painful contraction hits.

She winces at my expression. “There’s another baby.”

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