Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She stared down at the solitaire diamond with parted lips and expressive eyes that I couldn’t read.
“If you want something bigger, we’ll get it—”
She hushed me with a kiss. “It’s perfect. It was your mom’s and now it’s mine. It’s absolutely, stunningly perfect.” She lifted her hands to my face and kissed me.
Soft. Sweet. Perfect.
“There’s only one more thing I need,” she said with a smile, pulling back after we were both breathless.
“For me to communicate a little better?” I teased, my chest feeling like it might crack open with how many emotions were flooding it.
“Well, both of us need to do that, honestly,” she admitted with a crinkled nose grin. “But right now, I just really want to see Skye. I’ve missed her so much. We’ll work on the whole communication thing later.”
I nodded. “We have a while to get it right.”
She brushed her lips over mine again. “We have forever.”
Epilogue
Fiona
“Happy Birthday, dear Skye, happy birthday to you!” Brogan, myself, and half the Reapers’ belted out the song as Skye cheesed in her highchair, her blue eyes wide as she looked at the special cake I’d made just for her.
Maddie snapped pictures, and Daisy busied herself with crafting a tiny crown out of the streamers that decorated half of our house.
“Two years old,” Brogan said, tucking me into a side hug as Skye gripped handfuls of the vanilla cake and shoveled it into her mouth.
“Time flies,” I said, my heart swelling with love.
Love that would grow soon.
“Have I thanked you today?” Brogan asked into my ear, his voice slipping into that Demon tone that made my toes curl in my shoes. A year plus, and he still had the ability to turn me into a puddle.
“Whatever for?” I teased, shifting to wrap my arms around his neck. Our crowd of guests chatting and munching on their own cupcakes faded totally to the background when I was wrapped up in Brogan like this.
He kissed me quickly, holding me tightly against him. “For giving me everything I never knew I needed,” he said against my lips, and a warm shiver danced down my spine.
“Everything?” I asked, arching a brow at him.
Those hazel eyes were beyond content as he glanced from me to Skye—happily covered in cake and giggling at the goofy faces Maxim was making at her. Brogan focused on me again. “Everything,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile so hard tears lined my eyes.
I was overflowing with happiness. With a kind of life and bliss I never knew I could experience.
Did we fight? Yes.
Did we have a hell of a time making up? Yes.
Were our lives about to change again? Definitely.
Did I doubt for a second that we couldn’t handle it? Nope. Not even a little. Because I knew now there wasn’t anything we couldn’t face.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, smoothing his thumb over my cheek where a tear had slipped free.
“I just love you so much,” I said. “And I have a question for you.”
“What is it?” he asked, his eyes suddenly serious. I loved that about him. He had this instant ability to switch from playful pursuer to serious partner in the span of a blink.
I ran my hands over his broad chest, drawing out the tension coiling inside me like a spring.
“Fiona,” he groaned, and I glanced up at him.
“What would you say to having another little demon?”
His eyes flashed wide, shock and elation coloring them as he held me out at an arms’ length, glancing from the happy tears in my eyes to my still-flat tummy and back again. “Are you saying…?” He tilted his head, and I nodded excitedly.
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered, unsure if he wanted anyone else to know just yet—
“We’re pregnant!” Brogan shouted at the top of his lungs, and the entire party turned to look at us.
Warmth flushed my cheeks, but an excited laugh bubbled out of me as Maddie and Daisy squealed and ran over to me. Brogan released me to them, gathering Skye into his arms, covered in cake and all.
“You’re going to be a big sister,” he cooed to her, and she giggled, smooshing her cake-covered fingers all over his cheeks. He rushed back to me, Maddie and Daisy stepping aside so he could wrap me in his free arm.
He held us together, this little family we created, as our chosen family congratulated us.
And there, in his arms, Skye’s happy giggles echoing in my ears, I knew there was nothing that could ever be as sweet as the life he’d given me.
THE END