I remember the sands of my homeland, the scorching sun and the cool evenings staring at skies that have changed little in my 1800 years of life, but I've changed so much. Born into poverty, blessed by my Demon mate, and raised to be his perfect wife, my entire life, past present and future, all came crumbling down at once. They raised me, cultivated me and molded me into the perfect woman for him, but there's one problem: I'm not a woman.
Despite my maleness, he has loved me all of these years with the same intensity as the fire in his eyes. As a male, I thought that I could never give him that what he wanted most, a family. Though, he assured me it was possible. As years passed by I doubted him, unable to give him a child. Though my peers all bore children, I did not. Labeled a barren wife, I served my husband in all ways at his every whim and demand, as he gave me eternal life, endless wealth, and unending affection.
In a final sting, my mate's brother brought his mate home, bred him, and conceived a child their very first night, far sooner than any demon coupling had ever come to fruition. Now I'm an uncle to the cutest little clawed cutie on this world and below.
In a flip of fate, and an immense stroke of luck, will my wish to give my husband children come true? I hope. Will I have a child? Will I get over my hatred of ducks?
