Page 15 of Witch Way to the Diapers

Their moment was interrupted by a burst of magic from Vienna. The toddler, still in Celeste’s arms, had managed to turn all the silverware on the table into colorful butterflies. The metallic insects fluttered around the group, eliciting gasps and laughter.

“Oh my,” Mari exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. “That’s some impressive magic for one so young.”

Fia nodded, a mix of pride and slight concern coloring her voice. “She’s getting stronger every day. I’m just glad we’re in a place where she can learn to control it properly.”

“You couldn’t have picked a better town for that,” Sera assured her. “Between all of us, we’ll make sure Vienna grows into her powers safely.”

As the group continued to chat and laugh, sharing stories of their own magical experiences and offering advice, a sense of belonging washed over her. This was what Myla had wanted.

And as she caught Sayer’s eye across the table, his gaze warm and full of promise, Fia realized that maybe Whispering Pines had something in store for her too. Something she hadn’t even known she was looking for until now.

The rest of the day passed in a whirl of activity. After their eventful breakfast, Fia and Sayer took Vienna to the park where she delighted in chasing magical insects and making the flowers grow with her touch.

As the sun began to set they made their way back home. Vienna had fallen asleep in Sayer’s arms, her little face peaceful and a faint magical shimmer still clinging to her fingertips.

Fia watched as Sayer gently laid Vienna in her crib, tucking her in with a tenderness that made her heart ache. As theyquietly left the nursery, Sayer’s hand found the small of her back, guiding her downstairs.

In the living room, they settled on the couch, the events of the day washing over them. Fia found herself leaning into Sayer’s warmth, her defenses lowered by exhaustion and the comfort of his presence.

“Today was... nice,” Fia murmured, her eyes drifting closed.

Sayer’s chuckle rumbled through his chest. “It was more than nice. It was perfect.”

Fia opened her eyes, tilting her head to look up at him. The intensity in his golden gaze made her breath catch. “Sayer, I...”

“Shh,” he whispered, his finger gently tracing her cheek. “I know. I feel it too.”

The moment hung between them, charged with possibility. Fia’s heart raced as Sayer leaned in, his lips mere inches from hers. “Are you…are you going to kiss me?”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

She sucked in a breath. “I…you…we…”

“Is that a yes?” he asked. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he tugged her close, one hand curling around the back of her neck.

She nodded.

“Not good enough. Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

Fia swallowed hard. “I want you to kiss me.”

He grinned, and right there, in the warmth of the house they shared, Sayer leaned over and kissed her. His lips were soft but firm, moving with intent. His beard wasn’t scratchy at all but stroked something deep inside of her. Fia moaned into the kiss, and Sayer took his chance to deepen the kiss.

His tongue explored her mouth as his hold on the back of her neck tightened. His other hand caressed her thigh, gliding up her leg up to her waist. She gripped his massive arms, digging her nails into his hulking shoulders. She moaned again, this time nearly coming undone from the way he pulled her closer.

He changed the angle of her mouth for better access; the other pulled her body until she straddled him and his hand cupped her ass.

So many emotions rushed through her. The soul-burning need she felt for Sayer was unlike anything she’d ever felt. She’d never had such an instant attraction and quick-growing emotions for another man in her life. Their kiss was deep, but at the same time, not deep enough. It wasn’t enough, but it was also too much.

Fia broke the kiss, panting hard. “I think we need to stop,” she whispered.

He nodded, his jaw clenched tightly. “We got carried away.”

“Goddess, yes.” She gulped and tried to remember how to breathe while stopping herself from ripping his clothes off. Fia ran a hand through her hair and pulled away from him. “I…goodnight.” She rushed away, her cheeks burning and her heart thundering at a million miles per hour.

Walking away was the best thing to do. They didn’t need to make things harder between them. But why did it feel like they’d started a countdown to something…something that would not go away?

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