Epilogue #2
Grinning, I take her hand in mine and lead her back downstairs.
“Yes, but let’s wait until they wake up.
I have an idea.” Leaving her to settle at the island, I wash my hands and pull out the pans I will need for breakfast. Pancake batter gets mixed and divided, and color is added to the four smaller batches.
When they’re ready, I heat my pan and start designing.
Hannah peeks around my arm on the way to drop her mug in the sink. “Very fun. You’ll be able to out-design Foster soon.”
Shrugging, I flip the ones on the pan. I lean down and press kisses all over her face, enjoying the way she giggles. “I doubt that. This is definitely a learning process.” She giggles harder when I point to my first attempt at a baby rattle that turned into a gray and brown blob.
“Can I help?” When I nod, she takes the spatula from my hands and carefully flips a pancake. Together, we use the rest of the batter and make a large platter of scrambled eggs.
Everything is finished and sitting on the table, so I head upstairs to wake my sleeping mates. They’re wrapped together, Foster’s face smashed in Manny’s armpit. After snapping a picture, I toss myself down on top of them. “Are you two going to sleep all day?”
Foster grumbles, burying himself closer to the mattress. Even with two kids, he still isn’t a morning person. Sliding behind him, I press kisses all over his back and neck, slowly working my way to his face. “You’re insufferable,” he groans, lips twitching into a small smile.
“Hannah and I made breakfast. Come eat before it gets cold.”
Manny accepts the hand I offer, giving me a sleepy grin before his lips meet my cheek. “Be down in a minute,” he promises, heading into the bathroom.
Turning back to my Omega, I grab his ankle and drag him to the edge of the nest. He laughs, content to let me manhandle him. My palm cracks down on his ass, earning a yelp and a glare. “Fine, I’ll get up, but I want cuddles on the couch after breakfast.”
“Sure, Omega. We can cuddle before we go pick the kids up.”
Fifteen minutes after dragging them out of bed, we’re finally sitting at the table.
I prepared their plates, picking the pancakes that turned out the best. Hannah fidgets beside me, her nervousness leaking into our bond.
Slipping my hand beneath the table, I grip her thigh and rub soothing circles into her skin.
She has nothing to fear. They’re going to be thrilled, like I am.
“Were you practicing, or did you forget the kids aren’t here?” Foster asks, picking up a bottle-shaped pancake.
He doesn’t catch on as quickly, but Manny does.
Our Beta’s brows shoot to his hairline, and his eyes fly to Hannah, lips parted in a soft ‘o’.
“Are you?” She nods, tears welling in her eyes.
Foster glances back and forth between them, brows pinched in confusion.
It takes a minute, but then everything clicks.
“Wait, these are pregnancy announcement pancakes?!” He jumps to his feet and flies around the table to sink to his knees beside Hannah.
“We’re having another baby? For real?” Shaky hands pull the test from her pocket and show it to him.
His hands grip her cheeks, lips slamming to hers.
“Thank you, Angel. This is the best surprise ever. I can’t wait to have this baby with you. ”
Manny reaches across the table and takes her hand in his. “I’m so happy, Mi Corazón. And really damn grateful that your Fated connection wasn’t shared pain.”
We all chuckle, having heard threats from Bea a hundred times, promising her mates she would change her mind about having children so that they could experience birth with her. I shudder imagining how difficult supporting Hannah would be if I were feeling the same pain as her.
After breakfast, we leave the dishes and settle on the back porch, soaking in the summer sun.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” Hannah sighs happily. “Bonded and pregnant. It still feels surreal to get to wake up with each of you every day.”
Leaning over, I press a kiss to her shoulder, silently admitting I feel the same.
A little over two years ago, days like this were something I only dreamed of.
My life was packed with work and caring for my Omega.
I was content, but longed for more. For a pack.
Now we have them. Two mates who mean the world to us, two kids who create the best types of chaos, and we’re growing our family.
Our journey to get here wasn’t easy. Thankfully, Hannah’s ex-husband was arrested and found guilty for a long list of crimes, including assault, human trafficking, and drug tampering.
He’s spending the rest of his life in prison.
Her mother was also convicted, but they weren’t able to find evidence to tie her to the crimes committed by the Montgomery cult.
Instead, they got her for the murder of her sister, Grace, and the assault on Manny.
Another inmate killed her a few months after her sentencing, something we believe Harold Henderson instigated when he finally learned the truth about what she did to his mate.
After a year of court cases, we were finally free. No more stalkers or threats waiting in the shadows, just years of love to look forward to.
“Think we have time for an orgy?” Foster’s question has laughter bursting from our lips and arousal swirling through our bodies.
We couldn’t have asked for a better happily ever after.