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“I thought we had people coming over.”

She nodded. “We do, but not for an hour.”

“What about the food and decorations?”

“Done. Frigg and Meili helped. But they're gone now to get ready themselves.”

Fenrir smiled and ran his hand down over Grace’s swollen belly. It had been two months since she’d gone into heat, and in that time, they’d found out that they were expecting. From her size, they knew it was more than one baby. And with how many times they’d made love those first couple of weeks, he was surprised they weren’t expecting an entire litter of cubs.

Grace slid her hand down the front of his dress shirt to his slacks. “I could get used to seeing you dress up.”

“Like a talking monkey?”

She kissed him hard. “Like a sexy, powerful, billionaire, wolf god.”

Fenrir purred. He liked the sound of that.

He leaned down to kiss her and instead swooped her into his arms and lifted her onto the bathroom countertop. Stepping between her legs, he slid his hand up her flowy maxi dress to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Fenrir growled. “You were going to go commando to our family announcement party?”

She unzipped his slacks. “You go everywhere commando.”

“Yeah, but wearing that dress makes it easy access for anyone to slide up behind you and take you.”

She smirked. “Or in front. I’m not picky.”

Fenrir pulled her hips to the counter’s edge and growled as he claimed her mouth with his.

* * *

Grace was just pullingher hair into a ponytail when the doorbell to their apartment rang.

Fenrir squeezed her rear and kissed her neck before leaving the bathroom to answer the door.

She stared in the mirror, barely able to recognize the woman she was now and the girl who had run from her pack less than a year ago. She stared at herself for a moment, and then her chest squeezed, and tears flooded her eyes. She wished Fay could have been there to see who she had become.

“I did it, Mom,” she whispered. “I fulfilled my destiny. I’ve become who I was meant to be. I hope I made you proud.” She paused and lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “And you as well, Mother.”

Grace was so proud of Fenrir and how welcoming he’d been to everyone at their gathering. He’d even shook Tyr’s hand and had spoken a few words to him before walking away. Fenrir hadn’t seen the look on Tyr’s face, but Grace had, and his happiness had gone straight to her heart. She needed to try and find ways to encourage that healing between Tyr and Fenrir. She felt Tyr needed the friendship just as much as Fen did.

They’d all eaten and chatted and laughed. Unlike the formal dinner at Loki’s place, this had been more relaxed and social. Even Hel seemed to enjoy herself being there. And as the evening wound down, Grace squeezed Fenrir’s knee, and he nodded to her before standing near the fireplace.

“Uh… Grace and I have something we would like to say.” The fear in his eyes and the tremble in his voice made Grace think he was giving a speech on Mount Olympus.

Everyone quieted, and Fenrir held his hand out to Grace. She stood and joined him.

“Well… as you all know, Grace and I have… well we…”

“Mated,” Loki finished.

Everyone chuckled, and Fenrir’s cheeks heated.

“Yeah. And with that, she uh, well, she-”

“We’re pregnant,” Grace finished.

Everyone cheered and clapped.

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