Epilogue Samhain
ELLIE
Samhain may be the festival of the dead for local pagans, but for this fae witch, it’s taking on a very different meaning this year.
Five minutes ago I woke to Van brushing the hair back from my face, whispering “Mōrena, I think you should go take one of those tests you left in the top drawer in the bathroom. Your scent has changed,” and now I’m here, watching the little blue plus appear before my eyes.
A sense of what the hell have we done begins to overwhelm me.
Van strokes my bare hip, bending to kiss the top of my head. “Well there we go,” he says quietly, our eyes meeting in the bathroom mirror. “Ahakoa he iti, he pounamu.” Although it is small, it is precious.
I set the pregnancy test down, blinking back tears, appreciating my husband and his ability to know exactly what to say.