Epilogue
epilogue
ELI—AT SOME POINT IN THE FUTURE
“At least Jas and Randa had boys,” I told Vi, relaxing on the couch with my very pregnant mate against my side as we watched the two light-haired, golden-skinned toddlers play. They were only a few weeks apart, and looked like siblings.
“Can you imagine how many more questions we’d get about them being twins if they were the same gender? Sheesh.” Vi shook her head.
Their older cousins came racing into the room, one dark-haired and another light-haired. August and Elodie’s son got along brilliantly with Randa and Jasper’s oldest.
Elodie and August had claimed they were done having kids for the foreseeable future, but he loved babies way too much to sell that shit.
Jasper and Randa, on the other hand? I believed they were really done when they said as much.
But Vi and I were just getting started.
Our little girl was too much fun not to have a handful more, and Vi thrived as a mom. We hadn’t been able to live in Mate Mountain since she was born, but our place would still be there when she was grown and gone.
Vi was still running the Mountain’s menu from Scale Ridge, because she loved the job so much. I’d mostly retired, much to Jasper’s displeasure, and had embraced the stay-at-home dad life. It was glorious.
“Oof, baby’s kicking again,” Vi grumbled, arching her back and wincing at the discomfort.
“This one’s feisty like her mom,” I teased, rubbing her belly lightly where she was pressing down against the kicks.
We had agreed not to find out the gender until the baby was born, but I’d bet Vi a massage that it was going to be another girl. She’d bet a blow job that it would be a boy. Boys were more common among dragons, but I didn’t give a damn about the odds.
And we would both end up winners, because there would be many massages in the books, and probably a few blow jobs too.
Life was fucking great.
“He’s a pain in my backside, like his dad,” Vi countered, though she was grinning.
I kissed the grin off her face.
“They always kiss when they babysit us,” Jasper’s son complained.
Vi snorted, and pulled away. “I need to make dinner. Their parents will be back soon.”
“How about you sit on the counter and watch me cook?”
She sighed dramatically. “I guess I can agree to that.”
I scooped her up off the couch, and she laughed loudly when I carried her sexy, pregnant ass to the kitchen.
“They always do that too,” one of the boys complained behind us.
I just grinned and kissed my mate.
One day, they’d understand.
Until then, we’d enjoy the hell out of watching them grow up.