Vivian's black eyes held Marcus' as she listened. There was nothing to argue about, and she understood the reason for each of his requests. Looking into his eyes, she watched the worlds on fire there, his conviction. She didn't even protest his picking her up. Normally, being male handled like that would have set her on edge, and in a mood to fight, but right now, with him, it didn't matter.<br/><br/>She felt him stir, felt in in the energy between them. Her heart hammered, her eyes lowering. He couldn't be serious in wanting...that. They had gone through so much. His hand on her belly, the way he caressed them, their young, she wanted to believe that the pain of her mating was worth it. She wasn't sure she could live intact through another, and that fear had her breath quicken, even as she tried to force herself to relax. She wouldn't risk fighting the dragon, but she wasn't ready to, didn't think she could...<br/><br/>"I don't feel well, Mate. Perhaps, I should lay down again." It wasn't a lie, as the thought of sex made her stomach roll in revolt. She would be sick. "We should make plans to visit your family. Where are they?" She attempted to make herself droop like the world had worn her down.<br/>