“Yes, it will,” Devlin says.
“Do you want to hold her?” I ask.
He reaches for the baby. “I would love to.”
My husband holds the baby gently, and there’s just something about seeing a man with a child in his arms. Well, at least there is for me. To watch someone so strong cherish and protect something so tiny warms every inch of my body.
“We don’t want to tire y’all out,” Devlin tells them, handing the baby back to me.
“We just wanted to say hello,” I confirm, placing her in Feylin’s arms. “And tell you how happy and proud we are.”
Addison grins. “Thank you.”
We go out and spend a few minutes with my family. We’re all together, and this feels right. My husband is hanging out with my parents and talking to my sisters. My older sister just had a baby.
This is it. This is family.
When Devlin and I leave, my parents are still fussing over the baby, as they should. They’ll stay the night to make sure that Addison and Feylin are okay and don’t need anything. Not that the fae servants couldn’t do that, but you know—there’s something different about a mother watching over her child, and I know my mama wants to be with that grandbaby as much as possible.
“I’m so happy for them,” I tell Devlin.
“Me too.”
It’s a warm night. It’s humid, which is to be expected, and my skin’s sticky, but I don’t mind. Tonight I will endure all the humidity that the Southeast has to offer, because my heart has wings.
“You know,” Devlin starts, “we could have kids.”
I laugh. “Of course we could.”
“No, I mean,now. Whenever you want.”
He gestures toward the town that unfolds in front of us. Teenagers are hanging out by the fountain. The windows of Castleview Books are dark. Business has bounced back and we’re doing well.
Devlin’s been keeping himself busy testing the artificial womb. So far, it’s all going great. If things keep progressing, he’ll be able to roll it into hospitals by the end of the year.
Lit torches float above us, suspended by magic. They cast amber light on the streets of the town that we call home.
“I love you, Devlin,” I say.
He tugs me in and kisses the top of my head. “I loveyou.”
We’re almost to the house when he pauses, and I stop, watching him. He’s staring at the ground, stock-still. Having been around him enough times, I know when he’s experiencing a vision.
When it’s over, he exhales and presses a hand to his heart. “Whew. That was trippy.”
“Everything okay? Did you see a new invention?”
“No.” One side of his mouth turns up into a smile. “I saw us.”
He never sees us. “Seriously?”
“As a heart attack.”
I drag a finger down the buttons of his shirt. “And what did you see?”
“Well, I saw us, as I said, and I sawyouwith your own potion shop.”
“Really?”
