Epilogue
Aaliyah
Six months later
“ A re you sure you’ll be okay on your own?” Tyson asks for what must be the hundredth time today.
Cecelia pushes her auburn hair over her shoulder as she shakes her head. “Yes, big brother. Just like I’ve been sure every other time you’ve asked me today. I love you, Tyson, but it’s time for me to get out there and start living my own life. I’ll be eternally grateful to you and your family for rescuing me, but I want to find my own happy ending.”
“Yeah, big guy,” I say as I grab his hand and tug at it until he’s looking at me instead of Cecelia. “She wants to find her own assassin demigod to impregnate. You can’t hold her back from that.”
Instead of laughing, he rolls his eyes at me and turns his attention back to his sister.
Nope, that’ll never do.
Cecelia’s eyes are wide as they meet mine. She knows what’s about to happen, even if her brother might have forgotten how easily I get angry since becoming pregnant.
Cecelia’s been with us since we rescued her all those months ago. Tyson wanted her close, and she wasn’t ready for the real world. She grew up in a cage and never learned what it meant to live as an adult. Tyson’s done the best he could to help her move on, but he was never going to be the one who was going to be able to help her. He was just too close to the situation and too worried about his sister.
Naomi, River, and I took her under our wings and helped her find her own. Where Tyson would’ve smothered her, we helped her spread those wings so she could find out who she is. The three of us were the first to know she wanted to move into her own place, and we used everything in our arsenal to convince Tyson it was a good idea.
Clearly, he’s still not accepted that his sister is a grown-ass woman who can make her own decisions. Just like this pregnant grown-ass one can, and right now, I want to ream my love’s ass for blowing me off.
“Tyson,” I growl, shoving him and knocking him onto his ass. “What have we discussed about ignoring your pregnant lover?”
He blinks up at me, sighing when he realized he fucked up. “I’m sorry, killer. I wasn’t thinking. I’m just worried about Cecelia being out there on her own.”
Running my hand over my slightly rounded belly, I sigh. “Being out there all of fifteen minutes from our home? Stop being an overprotective, overbearing asshole. She’s already lived most of her life in a cage, don’t try and keep her in one now. Let her live. Let her thrive. Let her fall. She knows we’ll all be there to pick her up and put her back together if she does. She deserves this. She needs this.”
Wiping away the tears falling for no damn reason, I shake my head. Damn hormones. Someone should’ve warned me about this shit before I let them knock me up.
Godsdamned men can’t keep their cocks out of me. I’m surprised it took this long for me to get pregnant, considering none of us have ever used protection.
Luckily, River and Naomi are smarter than me and use some kind of birth control. I can only imagine how bad it would be if all three of us were pregnant. I’ve proven to be more than a handful in the four months since we found out I was pregnant. It doesn’t help that everyone outvoted me, and I’m no longer allowed to take jobs since I started showing two weeks ago.
These assholes expect me to go three or four more months without killing someone. They’re going to be lucky if one of them doesn’t end up dead by my hand instead. Although, there’s a good chance I could bring them back to life with the godly power I’ve been learning to use. With each use, it seems to strengthen, which makes me happy.
After saving Naomi’s life, I knew I needed to learn to use it in case I ever need it in the future. It was surprisingly hard to find another god who was strong enough and willing to help train me.
“Please don’t cry, killer. You know I hate it when you cry.” Tyson pushes to his feet and pulls me against him, his sister all but forgotten.
Signaling for her to get into the car, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on him. It settles something inside of me to have one of my loves wrapped around me. Following Naomi’s death and rebirth, I became a little clingy. Unless I’m on a job, I need one of them within arm’s reach at all times. Luckily, none of them seem to mind.
I grin at the sound of a car engine turning over, followed by the squeal of tires.
Tyson groans as he pulls back. “Did you just distract me so my sister could sneak away?”
“I sure the hell did. Well, I was annoyed with you, and I didn’t mean to cry. But I did use it to my advantage to help her escape.” I laugh as I step back. “She’s just up the road in the penthouse suite of an apartment building that has more security than we do at the house. I know you worry, but she really does need this.”
“I know she does,” he says with a sigh. “Why don’t we go find the others and enjoy some time with just the seven of us?”
Allowing him to lead me toward the door, I run my hand over my belly again. I can’t seem to stop doing that. It’s probably another fucking thing caused by the hormones. “Eight if you count the baby.”
“Yeah, we don’t count the baby when we’re talking about sex, killer. It’s weird.”
“You said hang out! How was I supposed to know you meant sex?”
Naomi and Hayes are just starting up the stairs when we step inside. Tyson lifts an eyebrow at the pair of them. “And where are the two of you heading off to?”
“We haven’t been able to find River, Reid, or Archer. We thought we might check the bedroom,” Naomi says with a smirk that has me perking up.
“That sounds like fun.” I let go of Tyson’s hand, pushing past the two on the stairs to be the first one to the room.
Throwing the door open, I grin at the sight before me. Reid is spitroasted between River and Archer. River has on one of my favorite strapons as she fucks into Reid from behind while he sucks on Archer’s cock.
“Now, that’s a party I want in on.”
Two heads turn toward me as Archer’s hands tighten on Reid’s head, not allowing him to watch as the four of us enter.
River grins. “You know you’re always welcome, hot stuff. Demon daddy and I were just distracting Reid so he wouldn’t worry about Cecelia.”
Looking down at Reid, I snort. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what you were worried about, sunshine.”
“I don’t care what got the fucking started, but the rest of us are getting in on this,” Tyson declares, pushing me toward the bed. “Get up there, killer. We’ve all developed a pregnancy kink, and you’re the only one who can satisfy that particular craving.”
Hell yes!
This sounds like the perfect celebration for Cecelia getting her own place. Climbing onto the bed with Tyson’s help, I smile because I get to spend the rest of my life like this.
The End