Page 65 of Wicked Witch

“Yes, she’s a girl, but don’t worry we have another three in our future,” I coo, turning to look at the twins in the back seat.

“G..girls?!” Astor shouts, stammering and I laugh.

“Kids. That is if you want to stay in this crazy family.” I really look at them, checking for any doubts.

They agreed to help me break this curse, but actually staying here permanently… I hope they decide to, but I won’t force them.

“I’m not going anywhere, dove. I’ve been looking at going back to school and becoming an online therapist. I can work from home. Help you with the baby.”

“Oh, wow, but are you sure? I mean this town isn’t very big, and it’s a haul to get to the stores?”

Leaning as far as his seatbelt will allow, Sin places his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sure, Wynter. Not a doubt in my mind.”

Tears fill my eyes, and I groan. “Fucking Fae sperm.”

The guys laugh at how emotional I am, and Astor clears his throat.

“I will need to go back to Texas for a week out of every month, but I’m staying too. I’ve been looking into law firms in New York, so in a few months maybe I can relocate closer.”

“Really?” I sob, and he unbuckles his seatbelt, leans over and places his hand on my cheek.

“Yes, Wynter, you are a beautiful enigma wrapped in a spicy witch that will probably cause me to have a heart attack at a young age, but you’re mine.”

Cirrus scoffs and Astor rolls his eyes. “Ours. You are ours. We are going to break this curse so our children don’t have to deal with the pain and heartbreak you have. We will beat this, baby, I can feel it.”

“Okay,” I mumble and give him a sweet kiss.

“Well I didn’t picture proposing in a truck, but our life is always a little chaotic. My little heartholder, I will love and…”

My eyes widen, and I push Astor back into his seat, then turn to Cirrus. “No. No fucking way. You are not proposing to me while driving.”

I give him a glare for good measure and he sticks his tongue out at me.

“All in good time, my little queen.”

The momentwe arrived at the house, Nan was there on the porch swing chatting with Arnie.

Wearing her crazy colors and boho-chic dress, I still can’t get over how young she looks.

Her skin is blemish free, and soon I’m going to age older than her.

“Wynter, poppet, how are you?” she shouts, leaving the swing so quickly it smacks into the side of the house.

Pulling me into a quick hug, I laugh. I’m still not a huge hug person, but it’s starting to grow on me.

“Come, we must start the exam while the moon is in the right place.”

I look up at the blue sky and shining sun.

“Um, are we supposed to do this at night?” I mutter confused and she laughs, tugging me up the stairs and into the house.

The living room has been transformed into something I’d only describe as a makeshift midwives’ office.

Soft blankets cover a pad on the floor in calming shades of lavender and gray.

There is an ultrasound machine, but this one looks a little different.

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