Page 285 of Gift from the Source
My body grows extremely heavy for a moment before my fingers wrap around the texture of cotton underneath me.
I sit up, gasping, and it’s quickly followed by my men doing the same. Our heavy breaths fill the silence. My heart’s beating so fast, I’m surprised that isn’t audible as well.
“Did that really happen or did you just give us the craziest damn dream you’ve ever conjured up, little wanderer?”
“No.” I shake my head. “That most certainly just happened.”
“That was so unbelievably incredible,” Tillman murmurs.
“I can’t believe that flash of light I saw was her. Our daughter shoved me out of the beyond.”
The awestruck tone in Corentin’s voice is indescribable. For so long now, we let the how of him coming back from the beyond go and were just thankful that it happened.
The how was so much more important than we ever could’ve imagined.
The silence dawns on us again. We each come to the same startling realization. It pounds through my chest in a wave of different emotions from impatient to enthralled. My heart thunders.
“I’m going to be a momma. The five of us are going to make a gorgeous, powerful, curious, sweet, and courageous little girl. She’s going to have and be everything I couldn’t be.”
A wisp of shadows wipes away the tear I hadn’t realized was falling from my eyes. Cas fills my line of sight and I exhale at the soft look in his whiskey eyes.
“How do you feel about that, Primary.”
“Terrified…I can’t wait.”
“How do you feel about keeping the memory of what we just witnessed?”
“I…want to keep it but also let it go.”
He nods in both understanding and agreement. The other three murmur their agreements as well and it makes the pressure on my chest lessen.
“We can sleep on it, princess. Talk more about it in the morning.”
“There’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep after that.”
His lips freeze on my shoulder. The graze of his teeth scrapes me as his lips curl into a smile.
“I’m sure we can relax your mind enough for you to sleep, little warrior.”
As Tillman’s lips kiss down my other shoulder, a shiver rips through my body as the collective need in them intensifies. My pupils dilate and my breath hitches as they move around the bed.
“Practice makes perfect, naughty little Primary.”
“We’re going to be professionals by the time we have this belly swollen, little wanderer.”
A finger placed under my chin tilts my head back until I can see all my men in front of me.
“Are you ready, princess?”
It’s a loaded question.
Everything we’ve been through has always come with questions. And readiness was based on the situation in front of us.
We never knew if it would be hard or easy. Would we fail or succeed?
At every moment, one foot was in the light, the other in the dark.
A wing soared in the sky, while claws stayed rooted in the ground.
