Page 63 of Wicked Witch

Soon we will break the curse and move into our new forever home.

After my little moanowl came home, I portaled all the food to the house and put it away.

Those little fuckbunnies went wild at Costco. We have enough food for years and then some.

I made sure to set up some magical wards so no homeless or animals could break in and get it.

I think there are some people staying in Spells Hollow, but they are being extremely discreet, or not there when we are.

I’ve been noticing little things here and there.

One day after this curse is broken we will have to explore the place. It’s a lot larger than you would think.

Arnie even mentioned there being a secret beach and waterfalls.

I’d love to get my little melon top into a bikini. Or the nude. Whatever she’d prefer, I’m not fussed.

But I think it would be fun and maybe our little pumpkin pie will be here by then. I can teach her how to hold her breath underwater.

I am so excited to be a dad. I can’t believe it’s happening so fast, but I should have known. Wynter’s my mate, and we didn’t use protection. Being of royal blood I can only impregnate my mate.

Wynter screams again as she comes, and I wish I could be a fly on the wall… I mean I could, but no. I’ll give them tonight, but tomorrow she’s mine.

The next morning,I pop over to the house and use the new coffee maker. It’s a fancy one, but grinding my own beans and adding fae sweet creamers is better than the diner.

Filling up four travel mugs, I portal back into the bathroom in their room and knock on the door before entering.

Wynter is still asleep, but Astor is awake, tapping on his laptop in bed.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I say, and he jumps, glaring at me.

Wynter mumbles something in her sleep, and Arsen wraps her tighter in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” Astor hisses, and I move closer to the Grizzly Bear, offering coffee to appease him.

“In my defense, I did knock,” I mutter, placing the other mugs on the small table in the kitchenette.

Rolling his eyes, he huffs. “You knocked on the inside of a shut bathroom door. I thought it was the old pipes creaking.”

Shrugging, I take a sip of my coffee and sigh.

Astor keeps tapping away and after five minutes of being ignored, I’m bored. How long am I just expected to wait for the sleeping beavers to wake up?

“I can hear you pouting,” Wynter mumbles, and I smile, rushing over to her and bouncing on the bed.

“Rus, what the fuck,” Sin grunts when I untangle his octopus arms and wiggle between them.

Wynter’s warm and inviting. Her being naked helps too. My cock perks up, but we don’t have time for that right now.

“I made you coffee. Tanzanian light roast with some caramel cold cream,” I tell her, and her head pops up.

“Oh, gimmie,” she mumbles, then waves her arm. The cup begins to float over to her as she sits up completely.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how cool that is,” Sin grunts, then tosses the blanket off him, not caring that his dick is out, and he’s semi hard.

Walking over to the table, he grabs his coffee then takes it into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Astor closes his laptop, placing it on the side table, then leans over and presses a gentle kiss on Wynter’s temple.

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