Page 93 of Finding Closure

“Yeah, we’ve always been great at being friends,” I agreed. “I’m glad we figured out the rest. I really am.”

“Me too.” He gave me another kiss and then gently pulled out of me before cleaning me up. I was a bit shocked he didn’t go for another round or more fun… But I could feel his worry.

And he was right. This was perfect and exactly what I needed, but a sexfest while in mourning and grieving wasn’t what I wanted.

No, that would make me feel icky. This was comfort and love. Reminding me I was alive and had a lot of reasons to hold on and stay with the men I loved.

The other four were waiting when we returned to the castle and looked grim.

“I don’t know that I can take any bad news,” I whispered. “Please, I just finally feel like I can keep moving and not sob at every turn without—”

“Nothing bad happened,” Darby assured me. “There’s something we all want to know, but we’re split on how to handle it and if it should be handled now.”

That had a lot of possible issues and levels, so I cheated and used my telepathy, nodding when I heard what was going on. They instantly caught on to what I’d done.

“We all agree that we have a right to know,” Neldor said quietly.

“No, not all of us,” Lucca corrected, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m very firmly on the side of leaving this alone. Tams will tell us when she’s ready and—visions are scary. We have no right to them. They also change. Look how off her mom was even about one little detail that turned into somethinghugelike Lageos couldn’t use the portals.”

“You’re right, sorry,” Neldor accepted before Lucca ramped back up. “The four of us agree that if a vision is aboutus, we have a right to know. We are divided on when to tell us, how much weshould know—basically, we all agree we don’t want you to carry the burden alone. The rest… We’re not sure.”

“You clearly showed your dad something and it made him able to let you go,agra,” Darby whispered. “I know it’s horrible, but the curiosity is grating at me. Like—I know I’m horrible to push this, especially now, but I keep staring at the ceiling at night.” Tears were in his eyes. “Do we make it? Is that what you showed him? You showed him that we mate?”

“I’ll show you,” I sighed when they all seemed to want to weigh in. “You’ll want answers, but I don’t have them. I don’t know how long or—I can’t answer your questions. So know that and it can change. This is the path we’re onright now. This—don’t be mad.”

“We won’t,” Lucca said firmly, staring down Hudson who hadn’t said anything about it.

He chuffed at Lucca which surprised me. “I get it’s complicated and something she sees. But I want a relationship where we can talk about anything—especially the difficult stuff. I think I’m going to have a right to be miffed because I’m pretty sure she’s been keeping this quiet a while.”

“I have,” I confirmed.

Neldor caught on like he always did. “You stopped referring to your first child and started saying your daughter. That was the change, and you pushed everything about what happens after you and your children.” He let out a shaky breath. “Did you see our child, baby doll?”

I swallowed loudly. “You’ll hate me if this changes.”

“Never.” His response was firm and immediate. “I hate you shouldering this alone. We’re all fucking adults here, Tams, and know the future can change. That’s not on you, but all of us.”

I was relieved when they all agreed. I let out a slow breath and linked our minds.“This is the most recent version. It’s never changed, just more added—I can see more every so often.”

Then I showed them what I had my dad.

I yelped when Julian picked me up and spun me around.

“Twins? We havetwins?”

“Maybe, git,” Darby hissed. “This is why she didn’t want to show us.”

“You’re just as thrilled,” Julian threw right back before kissing me. “Twins. We have so many kids, my cute wifey!”

I wasn’t sure what I would have said, but Neldor was crying. Not just tearing up but crying and we all froze. Julian let me go so I could help Neldor, hugging him and letting him get it out.

“She’s perfect, baby doll,” he choked out. “She’s all of them.”

I didn’t know what that meant, and it took a few more minutes for him to calm down.

“Your dad’s hair,” he explained. “My mom’s eyes. My dad’s dimples. Your mom’s smile and nose. It’s like the perfect combination of all of our parents into one perfect child. They live on through us—her.”

I nodded, worry filling me.

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