Page 70 of Wicked Witch

He’s been getting more and more ridiculous with his baby name choices, but I already know what our daughter’s name will be.

Summer.

She needs something whimsical, but still kinda normal. The fact that it’s the opposite of my name makes it even better.

She is going to be so strong and loved. I don’t care if she’s meant to be the next Fae queen or High Priestess of my coven.

She will never feel pressured and I will make damn sure she has a normal childhood.

Climbing in the driver’s seat, he looks at me.

“You know I love you, right?”

Sighing, I nod. I haven’t returned the sentiment to him yet and I know he’s becoming impatient, but the fear of my past is holding me back.

As we drive to Spells Hollow, I stare out the window. Cirrus is singing to the radio, but I’m not in the mood.

Something is bugging me, but I can’'t figure out what it is.

When we reach the town, Arnie is there, and he looks panicked.

“Something is going on here, Wynter. I can’t describe it, but it’s not friendly.”

“Thanks, Arnie, I can feel it too.”

Cirrus takes my hand, and we walk over to the house. I move for the porch swing, but he leads me to the front door.

“Now, bumblebee, we have a surprise for you. Just hear us out okay?” I look into his purple eyes, and nod.

Leaning down, he kisses me as if I am the only girl in the world, and I hope he never stops, but sadly he does.

“Took you long enough,” Astor grumbles behind us, and I pull away from Cirrus to face him.

He looks strange… “What are you wearing?” I ask, biting my bottom lip, trying not to laugh.

Glancing down at his hot pink sweat suit he shrugs.

“I bought these for you when we went shopping. I needed something to change into, and they were still in the bags.”

“Aww, that was sweet. Thank you. Yeah, I still need to go through everything we bought. I was waiting until the laundry room was finished, so I could launder them.”

“Ah, bout that. Come inside, peanut,” Cirrus says with a huge smile on his face.

As I pass Astor, I grab his arm. “Would you like some other clothes?”

He shakes his head and buries his hands inside the large pocket on the hoodie.

“No, I’m not ashamed to wear pink, and they are ridiculously comfortable. I got the largest size they carried. I thought you would enjoy them for the pregnancy.”

God, he’s so sweet. Getting onto my tippy toes, I grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard.

I’m still not ready to say I love them, but this is what true love should be like. It’s the little things that count.

Pulling away, I lick my lips and wink at him. Maybe tonight I’ll be crawling into bed with him.

Walking through the door, Cirrus pulls me to the stairs. The wooden banister is finished and it looks gorgeous.

This is my first time going to the higher floors and I take in all the little details.

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