Page 41 of Wicked Witch

The woman looks my way and gives me a huge smile.

“Cirry, she’s more beautiful then you said,” she gushes, getting to her feet and rushing my way.

“Nan, stop mauling my girl,” Cirrus grunts, but he has a huge grin on his face.

His checkered shirt is covered in paint, and he’s wearing some type of corduroy pants.

“Cirrus, what’s going on?”

I squeeze the pixie of a woman tight, then release her. I usually don’t like hugs, but there is something so inviting about her.

“Well, my little bouncy ball, I have recruited my fam bam to help us. This here is my Nan, you may call her Nan. The oaf on the sofa is my brother, Grule, and the woman throwing a hissy fit in the bathroom is my mother.”

My eyes widen and I start to back out of the door. Arsen grips my hips and I melt for a second, letting him hold me.

His whole family is here? Has he lost his Fae loving mind? I mean his Nan is one thing, but his mother.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I mutter, then spin out of Sins’s arms, just in time to expel my breakfast over the banister into the dead yard.

“Ugh, please don’t tell me you knocked up the witch, Cirrus. You know you are meant to rule Kasgalda. Knocking up some mortal with powers is not going to stop me from making you take the throne!”

Wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater, I cringe at the tone of Cirrus’ mother’s voice.

It’s worse than nails on a chalkboard.

“Mother, enough. Wynter is my destiny. My mate!”

Arsen rubs my back as the world around me begins to spin. “Catch me,” I mumble before my vision goes black.

“Mommy, come play with us,” my daughter Summer shouts as her father chases her around the yard.

Placing my son, August on the blanket, I climb to my feet with a groan. Rubbing my stomach, I smile. Our little ones will be withus in a few short months and I can’t wait to see if it’s a boy, girl, or both.

The twins are hoping for one of each so we will have an even number, but I have a feeling it will be two little boys just like their daddies.

“Gumbledrop, wake up,”someone whispers before playing with my hair.

“She is very pretty, Cirrus, I’ll give you that, but she’s not Fae.”

“I don’t care if she was part horse, Mother. Wynter is my mate. I knew it the moment we met.”

“How is that possible! She is a cursed witch, that’s led you to a dangerous place. Even the strongest of Nan’s potions didn’t remove the filth from the dirt.”

“Cirry, you know I’ll keep trying, but right now I think we need to get Wynter here to Kasgalda. Make sure the baby is okay?”

Waking up, I crack open my eyes. “What baby? We only had sex a few days ago,” I mumble and a tinkling laugh nearby has me opening my eyes wider.

“Oh, aren’t you just darling?” Nan says with a big smile.

“Lovejoy, the fae don’t reproduce like you. Especially my family. Nine months to you is seven months for us.”

Widening my eyes, I shove him away from me and sit up, ignoring how the room is spinning.

“You knocked me up and I’m already two months pregnant? Are you insane.” Laughing, I shake my head. “Of course you are. But what the fuck, Cirrus?”

Getting to my feet, I stomp outside, slamming the new screen door. When I reach the grass, I plop down.

My eyes water, but I fight back the sting of tears.

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