Page 126 of Lost Girl

Her hands immediately fly up to her mouth as she gasps. “Oh my God, Tavi, it’s… It’s everything.”

Bounding up behind her, I sweep her off her feet and hustle up the steps as she squeals a second time. “This is nothing. Wait till’ you see the inside.”

It’s the best part, honestly.

Seconds later, I’ve got the door open, and I’m setting her on her heeled feet within the foyer, the crystals at the bottom of her sky blue dress shimmering in the light. “Welcome home, little wolf.”

Uttering those words to her fills me with such satisfaction, with the greatest sense of accomplishment I’ve ever felt in my entire life. What started out as a house for me, my own space, quickly morphed into a home for us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This place wouldn’t be the same without her.

“You were right,” she whispers, gazing around with those awestruck eyes. “The inside is everything.”

Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I drop my lips to her cheek and press them softly. “I tried picking lighter neutrals. The simplicity of it is beautiful—like you.”

Wendy grins and angles her head, ghosting her lips along mine. “I love it, and the hints of black are perfect.”

Giving the place another sweep, that sense of pride intensifies. I see a little bit of her, a little bit of me. It really is perfect. “I’d say it matches us well.”

“I have to agree.” She nods. “It’s warm and cozy, yet airy and light. The little string of lights over the fireplace makes it feel almost magical, too. I love everything about it.”

“The bedroom is pretty killer. It might be my favorite room,” I admit, waggling my eyebrows. “This area here is my second choice. The bookcases came out better than I expected, and I got your piano right here.”

“I thought that was for your sister.”

“It was, but the woman of the house plays, too, sooo it’s hers.”

Wendy lets out this faint little giggle, spinning in my embrace, her arms circling my neck. “I love it all.”

“And I love you,” I counter.

Every time I say it and I see the fire spark in her eyes, I want to mark her all over again. Like right now—there’s a damn blaze illuminating those pale blues.

“Can I tell you something?” she quips.

“Of course.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

Really?Doesn’t she know who I am by now? “Bring it.” I pull her tighter against me. “Let’s hear it, little wolf.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Did… Did she just… “What did you just say?”

Wendy swallows, the corners of her mouth curled upwards. "I'm pregnant."

The world around us ceases all movement, all sounds null and void except that of our heartbeats thumping through my ears. She’s...

Jesus, I can’t even say it…

"That was not the reaction I was expecting, but okay..." Her face falls instantaneously, throwing everything back into real-time—except the wild pulse of my heart.

"No, I'm excited,” I blurt, reaching for both of her hands. “On the inside, my wolf is howling in victory right now. I'm just… Are you sure you're actually?"

"I went to Ward. I'm exactly six weeks. Do the math."

I do as she said and begin counting back, eyes widening the very second it hits me. “That means…”

Wendy nods, rubbing at the wolf curled up against her collarbone. “The day you marked me.”

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