The room fills after that, not all at once, but slowly, like everyone understands this moment belongs to us first.
Eventually, her parents arrive. They’re hesitant at the threshold of our bedroom door before moving closer, their expressions softening the second they see their daughter and their new granddaughter.
The Windsors are no longer in the dark about the old elites. They know about the lies and the deception and the truth behind what they thought they were choosing for Blair.
They know all there is to know, and now, because there is nothing to hide anymore, Blair is able to have a relationship with her family.
Both her mom and dad look overwhelmed with joy and love and all the things grandparents should feel when they meet their grandchild.
Behind them, Blair’s sister walks in. But Bonnie doesn’t wait to be invited to Blair’s bedside like her parents; she just goes.
“Finally!” she exclaims as she carefully wraps her arms around Blair and then presses a soft kiss to our daughter’s forehead. “Did it hurt like a motherfucker?”
“Bonnie!” Devney Windsor chastises.
“What?” Bonnie shrugs. “It’s a valid question.”
“Definitely hurt,” Blair answers on a laugh, but then she looks down at our daughter. “But more than worth the pain.”
Bonnie smiles down at her new niece. “Hi, little lady. I’m your Aunt Bonnie, and I plan to spoil you in all the ways that will annoy your mom and dad.”
Blair snorts. I grin.
“I also brought you something.”
“What is it?” Blair asks when Bonnie hands her a gift.
“Just a little something I had made a few months ago.”
Blair opens the wrapped box to reveal a handmade doll.
But it’s not just any doll. It looks exactly like the vampire dolls Blair got from her parents as a little girl. Just like the vampire doll she says looks like me, only it’s the girl version.
Blair goes still for a second, her fingers brushing over it. “But how did you know I was having a girl?”
Bonnie just smiles, a little knowing, a little emotional. “I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I just did.”
The room fills more after that—Rook and Kylie with their baby girl Naomi and Calloway with a smiling but very pregnant Romy.
Later, after everyone has left the room and it’s just me and Blair and our daughter, Blair looks up at me with a soft smile on her lips. “I know what we should name her,” she says.
“Yeah?”
“Destiny.”
I look down at our daughter again, at the tiny life in Blair’s arms, at the future we built without even realizing what we were building toward.
Then back at my beautiful Blair.
“Destiny. Our daughter.” I lean in, pressing a slow kiss to my mate’s lips, letting it mean everything I can’t put into words.
When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers, my hand coming up to cradle the back of our daughter’s head.
And somehow, for the first time in a long time, there’s nothing left to fight.
Because I already have everything I was meant to find.
PART FOUR
