Epilogue
A few weeks later…
S avannah curls into my side on the couch at Dean’s house, the game playing on the TV as we wait for the food to arrive. We’ve been here an hour already and we’re just waiting for the rest of the group to get here.
“So, it sold?” Dean throws a handful of peanuts into his mouth before he follows them down with a swig of his beer.
“Exchanged the keys today,” I confirm. We sold my condo since I’ve permanently moved into Savannah’s place. It made sense to live together, I didn’t plan on leaving there anyway and that place is where we started. I didn’t want to live anywhere else with her .
“And how do you feel about that?” Dean nudges Savannah, “Terrified you won’t get rid of him now?”
Savannah laughs, “Good thing I don’t want to get rid of him then.”
I kiss the side of her head just as Sebastian and Willow wander into the room, two bottles of wine in hand.
“That’s enough of that,” Bast grumbles, “Just because you have my blessing doesn’t mean I want to see it.”
Willow rolls her eyes, “Don’t listen to him, you two are cute together.”
Bast says something under his breath and places the wine on the table, picking his spot on the couch before he drags Willow into his lap. Malakai and Olivia arrive a few minutes later.
“Now I realize why we do this at the estate,” Dean huffs, “This place is too small for all of you.”
I laugh, “You wanted to host.”
“Yeah,” He snaps, “Because I’m sick of driving home at three in the morning. I want to drink my weight in whiskey and then pass the fuck out, not make small talk with a cab driver.”
“There are rooms at the estate,” Malakai points out.
“I don’t want to listen to you two fuck all night either.”
Olivia’s face turns red .
“Don’t be jealous,” Sebastian chuckles, “Just because you’re not getting any doesn’t mean you have to take it out on us.”
“Fuck you,” He grumbles. “Wouldn’t want to be tied down, anyway.”
I roll my eyes, “It’ll hit you like a freight train.”
“Fuck no,” Dean scoffs just as a knock sounds at the door, “I don’t do relationships.”
Dean doesn’t like to get close to anyone, he never has. He has his walls and his armor, and it wouldn’t surprise me if my brother remained a bachelor for the rest of his life. Getting close to someone means feelings he doesn’t want to feel.
Conversation fills the space while Dean collects the food from the door.
Savannah snuggles into me deeper, her hand resting against my abdomen as she laughs at something Willow is saying. I’ve never felt so settled in my life, never felt so right.
She lives in my soul, in the very fabric of who I am.
She turns to me, giving me her smile just as Dean wanders back into the room, his skin pale, his eyes wide.
Immediately, I’m on alert, checking him over for injury but then I notice there’s a bundle in his arms.
“Dean?” Savannah sits forward, her shoulders stiff.
His dark eyes, full of so much panic, flick around the room before he lowers the bundle in his arms and shows us what he is holding.
“Why the fuck are you holding a baby?” I stand, confusion tugging down my brows.
“I’m a dad,” He chokes out.
“What!?” I yell.
“She’s mine,” He swallows thickly.
My brother does not get scared. I’ve never seen him fear anything, not even when we were kids, and he was beaten half to death but that look on his face?
That’s fucking terror.
But there’s no chance to figure this shit out, not when the whole room erupts into chaos.
Questions are fired at him while he continues to cradle the tiny infant in his arms and I know, I just know my brother is about to get all burned up.
I just hope there’s something left of him within the ashes.