Nevaeh finally manages to wrangle the little guy into a seat, but as soon as she turns, he stands on the chair and offers his cupcake to Grace.
“Oh no kiddo, I’m not hungry. You can have it.”
August sighs like it physically pains him to explain his thought process of the stupid adults in the room.
He hops off the chair, completely ignoring Anxo’s impending heart attack, and lands in front of Grace, patting her very pregnant stomach lightly like he’s waking the baby.
“It’s for the baby, Aunt Gracie. The baby wants treats, too.”
Dean slams his hand on the table, his head tipped back so I can’t see his face, but I don’t need to. I already know he’s trying to hold back tears.
I pat his cheek and pull him into my neck, shooting Harvey and Seiji a warning glare to keep their mouths shut.
One comment and they’ll have to call the healer to stitch them back up.
“He’s feeding the baby,” Dean chokes out.
“I know.” I run my hand through his hair. I know exactly why it’s hitting him this hard.
“He gave up his cupcake.”
I sigh, pulling away and standing beside him. When I look down, his eyes are shining with unshed tears, and I roll mine despite the warmth blooming in my chest.
I was going to wait until later, but he’s two seconds away from a full meltdown.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing his hand. “We need to go to the human realm.”
“Ew, why?”
Of course, that’s his first reaction.
I laugh. “I talked to Elijah. We have an appointment at a boarding school for supernaturals.”
“No.” He shoots to his feet, eyes wide.
“No.” He pushes off the chair, eyes wide with shock.
“You said if I ever wanted to be a mother, we could adopt.” My voice wavers, but the smile refuses to leave my face. “I’m ready. Let’s go find us a little demon to love.”
“Really?” he clears his throat, trying and failing to sound normal.
He’s on me before I can say anything else, kissing me like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I laugh into the kiss, his lips meet mine in frantic need.
I know he meant it when he said he’d be happy with just the two of us forever, but I want more.
I want a family. Something that’sminein a way nothing ever has been.
I want everything my mother never got to have. The life she deserved.
A home. A family. A future.
“We’re really doing this?” he whispers.
I nod, barely able to move with the way he’s holding my face, but it’s enough.
His eyes fill again, but this time… they are tears of excitement and happiness.
Extended epilogue: Luckiest man in the world
