Epilogue
Elijah
Josh wrung his hands and glanced at the door for probably the millionth time since we’d arrived nearly two hours ago. “What if it’s bad news? What if that’s why it’s taking so long?”
I laid a calming hand on his arm. He immediately drew in a deep, shuddering breath and turned those amazing forest-colored eyes on me.
“These things take time, moonbeam. Working yourself up will only risk triggering a change. Try to relax. We knew going in that spinning our DNA would require a lot of patience. As soon as the doctors are finished, we can see the embryos.” As peculiar as the magical incubator looked from the outside, it was still a marvel to actually be able to see them grow.
Now we just needed these test results to come back negative and we both could relax.
He nodded in agreement and wandered over to the chair he’d avoided nearly the whole time. The moment his ass touched the seat, the door opened, and he popped right back up.
Rather than try to get him to sit again, I stood as well.
I stepped in close behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle to lend what comfort I could through the contact.
Even completely stressed out, Josh still sank into me.
I placed a reassuring kiss on the side of his neck and looked up to greet the man who had entered.
After nearly a year of seeing him in casual clothes at the Estate, as everyone had come to call Josh's massive house, it was weird to see him in a white coat.
“What’s the news, Dr. Wilson?”
He raised an eyebrow at my use of his professional title. “I’d suggest having a seat, but I suspect that’s out of the question.” He gave Josh a knowing look, and the man in my arms immediately began to shake.
“Easy, moonbeam,” I whispered in Josh’s ear while rubbing his arms. “Come on, Alec, enough theatrics. As you can imagine, we’ve been going a little out of our minds about this.”
“Understandable. You’ll be pleased to know that your results came in great. You’re doing quite well with your treatments, Josh, and your management of the condition is exceptional.”
“For the love of the moon, Alec, would you just tell me what I actually want to know already?” Josh snapped.
Alec’s eyes twinkled as he relaxed against the counter, completely unaffected by Josh’s outburst. “No genetic markers were found for Mein Zeke.”
Josh let out a breath I hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and my heart soared. “None?”
“Not so much as a blip. Both babes are perfectly healthy.”
Josh spun in my grasp and wrapped his arms tightly around my neck. I squeezed back just as fiercely. “You hear that, baby? They’re perfect.”
“I did. They’ll have my hair and your eyes, give us no end of trouble, and absolutely be the happiest part of our lives.”
Josh let out a gasp before mashing his mouth down on mine. “We’re going to be dads.”
“We’re going to be dads,” I repeated, already in love with how Josh’s eyes lit up when he said that.
A smile dominated his face. “Think it’s time we told the others?”
“I absolutely think it’s time we told the pack.”
“Congratulations, you two. You have no idea how happy I am for you right now.” Alec set his clipboard down and left the room again to give us a moment alone.
“I’m going to be a dad,” Josh whispered against my lips.
“You’re going to be an amazing father, Joshua Hart. I have never met anyone with so much capacity for love.”
Josh’s breathing stuttered. “I’m going to be a dad,” he repeated, ending in a sob.
He clung to me and cried out all of his anxieties, fears, and frustrations.
I’d be lying if I said my eyes remained dry.
We were going to be fathers, and Josh would finally have the family he’d fought for his whole life.