Chapter Twenty-Four #2
Cy let me down as I rolled my eyes. “Well at least I have a reason for all my sleeping—makes a lot more sense now.”
Saint froze and tilted his head, studying me, before his smile grew into something much softer. “You know. You took the test.”
“You say it like you already knew!” I squeaked as he pulled me into his arms, the others giving us a moment as they made their way down the path. “But yes, I’m pregnant.”
Saint’s hand came to my jaw as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips, everything around us turning into a hazy lull, before he pulled back and made a slightly amused sound. “I did know. Not only did I know, but Eve was the one who confirmed it.”
I reared back, wide-eyed. “And she didn’t tell me?”
Saint chuckled and intertwined our fingers. “I think she wanted you to be ready to find out. You have to admit, flower, I am amazing at keeping a secret.”
“You are.” I went up on my toes to kiss him again. “Should I be mad you didn’t tell me?”
“Nah.” He lifted me and began walking down the path. “Way too much to be happy about. The idea of little Arabellas and Saints running around makes me way too happy.”
And I knew that—I knew that from the first conversation we’d had.
“I love you,” I said as Saint came to a stop and examined my expression with a softness I knew he saved for me.
“You’re my entire world, flower.”
“For the record,” Zain called out from down the path, “it won’t just be little Saints running around.”
Saint scowled and shook his head. “He doesn’t know that. I do have pretty dominant powers—maybe they will all be like me. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
More than one Saint? Maybe…
“Wait, ‘all’? How many are we talking?” I asked curiously as we went past a very familiar grouping of trees, making my heart squeeze. We were nearly there.
“At least twenty.”
“You sound insane.” Amun appeared literally out of nowhere. “Mental. We will have as many kids as you want to give us, precious.”
“You know?” Saint held onto me as Amun pressed a soft kiss to my lips, chuckling at Saint’s annoyed grunt.
“Yeah, Saint is horrible at keeping a secret. He accidentally told me. Don’t worry, he didn’t tell anyone else,” Amun said.
“And how do you feel about it?” I asked softly.
“I feel like I am honored in so many ways to have you in my life,” Amun said as he ran a hand over my cheek. “And even more so to have you bear our children. You are a true miracle, precious.”
He said it so freakin’… I didn’t even have the word.
“Our children,” Saint scoffed after I kissed Amun again, not minding in the least that I was in the god terror’s arms. We were getting pretty comfortable around one another, even those that had recently joined the team, and I knew it would only get better once we moved in.
“My children. All of them will be little Saints, I’m telling you. ”
“That would be horrible,” Amun muttered. “But even so, I would love them unconditionally.”
“See, Saint, Amun loves you unconditionally,” I teased. Amun offered me a narrowed look, and I would have responded, but my attention was suddenly snagged by…
Our finished house.
“It’s finished! I can tell it’s finished—I even see curtains in the windows!
” I exclaimed, moving out of Saint’s arms. Razar was standing on the stairs looking more than a bit dazed but thrilled, his hand out as if beckoning me forward.
I didn’t hesitate to launch myself into his arms, and he caught me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he buried his head against my neck and murmured my name.
“Yes, it’s done,” Saint said happily in passing. “Come inside after you talk him down from his ‘I’m worried about everything’ moment now that he knows you’re pregnant.”
“Worried about everything?” I pulled back and eyed him in concern.
It was very hard to keep myself from looking at the porch behind him, the entire house painted the prettiest shade of deep maroon, the entrance a massive black iron double door.
It even had these cool gold knockers that looked like skulls.
I loved it. I loved this house.
“You are carrying a very small nightmare inside of you,” Razar hissed, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m normally paranoid about your safety, but now I am double paranoid.”
“Hey.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Everything is going to be amazing, Razar. You’ve protected me my entire life, and I know you will protect our children.”
“With every part of my being,” he vowed.
“I love you,” I reminded him.
“I love you too,” he said, taking a deep breath. “You’re right, it’s going to be fine…as long as you never leave the house and I carry you everywhere.”
I giggled as he put me down, knowing he was mostly joking…
probably, before following him up the stairs into the entrance of our house.
The house we would live in hopefully forever.
The house we would make memories and grow our family in.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of thankfulness for these men and everything that had brought us to this point.
I never thought I would get to be with my nightmares, and now I had so much love in my life that it was overwhelming.
“Everything arrived okay?” I asked him as we reached the partly open door.
“Everything is already placed, and a lot of our things have been moved over,” Razar said. “We can move in today.”
“I can’t believe this is happening! I mean, this day couldn’t get any… Oh.”
I stepped inside, freezing in front of the spiral staircase of the foyer. All my men were gathered, each holding black and pink roses that matched the petals scattered over the dark flooring. Razar rounded me, and before I could say anything, he knelt down in front of me and pulled out a dark box.
I lied—this day was about to become the epitome of perfection.
“Arabella.” Razar’s voice rolled over my skin, and I held his gaze before looking up at the others once again. “Will you marry us?”
When he opened the black box, I nearly fell over at the massive pink diamond inside, the black band highlighting it perfectly. Tears welled in my eyes as I took the ring and slipped it on, the fit absolutely perfect. Looking at Razar and then back up at all of them, there was only one thing to say.
“Yes.”
Yes to everything—yes to our future.