Page 55 of Wicked Witch

“I’d like that, Astor. But don’t feel obligated,” she mutters, and I laugh.

“Shit, why is this so awkward between us? We used to be friends. Studying at the library. Hanging out at the beach. Hell you even came to the clinic with me when I thought Susie gave me something,” I mutter, and she bursts out into giggles.

“Oh my God. I’d forgotten all about that. Hey, you were the dumbass that decided to fuck her in the woods. At least it was poison oak.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me.” I absently scratch my cock, and Wynter laughs harder.

“How about for today we just have fun. No talk about curses or assholes that left me at the altar. We just hang out like old times?”

“I’d like that, so bestie, crank the tunes, no Taylor Swift, and let’s get this road trip started.”

“Please.Oh Astor, it’s so fucking cute!” Wynter squeals, holding up a baby onesie with elephants on it.

She’d convinced me to go to the mall before we got groceries. I guess she needed new clothes and panties.

The thought of her buying things at Victoria’s Secret has had me rock hard for an hour, so I eagerly agreed.

How was I to know there was a Carter’s next door.

I have never seen her like this before. Usually she has a scowl on her face or she’s pouting.

She seems excited and like a woman about to have a baby.

“Didn’t you say you were having a little girl?” I reply, grabbing a pink one with elephants and hearts. She mentioned it on the ride here.

Her mouth opens and her eyes start to water. “Fucking hormones. My God,” she curses as her lips start to wobble. “I’ve always wanted this, Astor.”

“An elephant onesie? I think Rus could get you one like the unicorn,” I mutter, pushing hangers aside for other prints.

They have preemie, newborn, zero to three and larger. How big will a Fae baby be?

Rus and his brother are huge, but his Nan is like a pixie. Are girls smaller than boys? And with being half witch will she just be the normal size?

My thoughts are spiraling, and I’m about to text Rus when Wynter scoffs.

Glancing at her, the tears are dried and she’s scowling.

“No, Astor, not a onesie. A mom!” she huffs, then grabs a few more things and stomps over to the checkout counter.

I follow her passing a soft purple baby blanket. I grab it, and place it on the counter.

Wynter is digging in her bag, looking for her wallet. Pulling out mine, I quickly pay.

“No, you didn’t have to…”

Cutting her off, I kiss her quickly and smile.

“She’s my daughter too, right?” I ask hopefully.

Nodding, she blinks a few times, then grins. “Yeah, Astor, she is.”

The clerk hands me my card back, and I thank her while she packs up what we bought.

Wynter is quiet for a few minutes, so I leave her to her thoughts. My lips tingle from that kiss, and I wish we were alone so I could have deepened it.

Exiting the store, Wynter takes my hand, intertwining our fingers.

“Thank you,” she whispers and rests her head on my arm. Lifting my hand, she releases me and lets me put my arm over her shoulder.

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