Page 277 of His Sunshine Baby

“I’m going to propose again, after the battle is over,” he says.

I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“What is it with you guys and weddings? Damian got engaged to a bitch and then to Nora when she was in a coma, Nate is asking every damn day. and now you too?”

Liam laughs.

“Hey, for the record, Sylviana and I have been together since way before you and Nate, okay? Also, this is my fifth time asking.”

“Well,” I sigh, “at least you’re persistent. What’s her excuse for saying no, by the way? I mean, I know I’m also making Nate wait, but…”

“Oh, that idiot brother of mine deserves to wait, I support you fully on that one.”

“Thanks. But?”

“But,” he says, “Sylviana says I should wait to be sure.”

“Be sure of what?” I ask, confused.

“She thinks I’m too young, that I should at least wait until after the war. I think she’s afraid, since she can’t see past the war. She says there are too many futures pending.”

“It’s terrifying. If not even Sylviana can see what will happen in the war…”

Liam nods, scratching his head.

“Yep, tell me about it. Truth is, she’s good about the past, but the future is always some blurry, changing sequence. I mean, that’s what she says, maybe we’re all going to die and she just won’t say it.”

“Thanks, Liam, a very heartwarming forecast.”

“You’re welcome. I bet it’s going to be a downpour too, like in one of those super epic battle movie scenes.”

“Against a Water Witch. Sounds awesome.”

He realizes what a horrible situation that would be and makes a grimace.

“Okay, never mind that. Anyway, when will I get to call you sister-in-law?”

“No idea. I don’t trust you to shut up, anyway, so I wouldn’t tell you.”

I leave him with his shocked expression and walk inside the house, hearing him shout behind me.

“That is so not nice, Selena! Really, I can’t believe you don’t trust me!”

I’m still laughing when I walk into the house to join my daughter and Sylviana, who are making some flower crowns together. Just like her garden, walking into Sylviana’s house is like walking into an indoor garden. There are random plants in pots on about every piece of furniture available, some even hanging from the ceiling, and, especially for a werewolf, it smells so, so fresh and good, like a forest.

“Is it okay if she plucks out flowers?” I ask with a frown while taking a seat on the couch.

“Of course, I can always grow more,” replies Sylviana with a smile. “Right, little princess?”

“Look, Mommy! Uncle Liam, can I make you one too?”

“I would love one!”

Half an hour later, Liam’s head is covered in flowers, and Sylviana and I are watching him make some hot chocolate for his niece from the couch, laughing.

“I can’t believe she is so big already,” sighs Sylviana. “I still remember the day you gave birth to her.”

“You’re the first being she saw,” I remind her. “No wonder she loves you so much.”

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