Page 61 of Fated Moons
“I’m fine,” he croaked, his voice dry and brittle.
“What do you remember?” Albert asked.
“Weird shit. Then more weird shit. Then I wanted to vomit.”
Albert laughed. “Believe it or not, it’s also one of the weirdest things I’ve ever been through because everything you felt, I felt. Just not quite as harsh.”
“I hope I never have to go through anything like that again,” Jackson muttered. “When I asked Amanda about me having your powers, well, that’s a wish I never hope comes true again.”
“Me neither,” her father said.
“But get used to tricks and whatnot because your children will be part witch or wizard and wolfairies,” her mother said.
“Does that mean they won’t be werewolves at all?” his mother asked.
He groaned. “Mom, a wolfairy is a wolf, just not in the traditional sense of the word.”
“I don’t know about you all, but I’m looking forward to seeing what these creatures are capable of,” Alfred said. “Trask sent me some videos of Ali and it’s just wild. Although, I do struggle with the fact that she prefers running around like a little puppy over being a little witch.”
Jackson closed his eyes. The insanity of the conversation made him want to burst out laughing. “Where’s Amanda?”
“I’m right here,” her voice echoed from the other side of the room. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Why don’t we give the lovebirds some time alone,” his mother said, patting his shoulder. “I’m going to spend the night, whether the two of you like it or not. To make sure you’re both okay.”
“Whatever you say, Ma.” He’d learned a long time ago not to argue with his mother.
She kissed his forehead.
“We’ll be by in the morning.” Alfred took his wife by the hand and followed his mother out of the master bedroom, clicking the door closed behind them.
“Not sure what was weirder, what happened at the restaurant or waking up to having all of them staring at me.” He rolled to his side, resting his hand on her thigh. The room teetered as another wave of dizziness rocked his system.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?” He blinked, the room still not quite in focus, and he wanted to be able to see her glorious face and all its wonderment.
“Casting that spell on you without telling you what was going on. I know I promised not to do things like that, but if Ididn’t, you’d possibly be dead and my aunt would be casting an abortion spell on our children.”
He tugged her back to the mattress, nuzzling his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet strawberry scent, and getting drunk on her. He would do anything for her, and her family, a fate he would never deny.
“Don’t be mad, but I knew about the spell,” he whispered.
“You did?”
“Your father might have mentioned something like that could be necessary.”
“Sneaky man, my father.”
“Good man, your father. I hope I can be half the man he is.”
“You’re all the man I’ll ever need,” she whispered. “By the way, Paul called a little while ago. The studio still wants us to shoot the movie. He says we can do it after the babies are born, which might be good since Trask and Chaz believe we should move to the farm. They’re worried about bounty hunters.”
“According to the legend, there are three more pairings.”
“My sisters aren’t too thrilled about that.” Amanda laughed. “Assuming it’s my siblings who are the witches and not yours who are the wolves.”
“Who knows.” He adjusted himself in the bed, pulling her close. “How do you feel about moving to Vermont and living at the Ferguson farm for a while?”
