Page 96 of Love and War

“Hmm.” No words were forming. My brain was still trying to figure out how she knew.

“We’re your family. Mila and Dimitri with Tobias and their little one. Zane and I, the psychopaths of this family. Killian, the love of your life.” She smiled, never lifting her gaze from mine.

“He killed your family…”

“You’re right, he did. But Aziza, from day one you’ve been my family. You’re the one who found me while I was bleeding out, and you’re the one who kept me going. Who found all those men, so I could have my revenge. You’ve had my back since day one and continue to. I know you hate him, and when you’re ready we’ll find him. We’ll both be free of him.”

All I could manage was a slight nod. My eyes burned from the amount of tears. Wrapping our arms around each other, Salem held me as I continued crying. Crying for her family that he murdered and for Salem.

“Aeternum,” she whispered.

Everything suddenly fit into place. She was family, and she didn’t hold it against me.

“Aeternum.” I smiled back.

Everything finally felt okay. Everything was going to be fine. Killian was home, we were a family, and Salem knew the truth.

I was safe.

And home.

Epilogue

Killian

Five months later

“Fuck,you’resofuckingbeautiful, moya Printsessa,” I grunted, my cock sinking deeper into her. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp, trying to catch her breath. Leaning forward, I claimed her mouth with mine. Fuck, she tasted so good. Tasted like mine.

Mine.

Aziza’s hands gripped my shoulder, her nails digging into me. Thrusting into her warmth, I pressed my thumb to her clit. Aziza screamed into my mouth as she shattered beneath me. I tried to hold on, wanting to prolong my own climax, but the way her pussy strangled, my hips bucked, releasing myself in her.

“Oh my god.” Aziza clung to me, refusing to let me go. I lowered myself to her side, groaning when my cock slipped from her pussy. My eyes were glued to my cum leaking out from her.

Peeking at me through her long lashes, my heart warmed from the smile she gave me. Tucking her hair behind her ear, I couldn’t stop myself, and I pressed my lips against hers.

“Are you okay?” she whispered against my lips.

“Never better.” Grabbing her hips, I tucked her against my chest. Her head fit perfectly under my chin. “I love you.”

“I lov–” Her words cut off from a gush of liquid soaking both of us.

“Oh, shit,” I said at the same time she said, “Killian.”

Neither of us moved for a moment.

Then I shoved the blanket off us, the sheets completely covered in liquid.

“Did my—Killian, did my water just break?” Tears filled her eyes.

Cupping her face, I smiled.

“Yes, moya Printsessa. Now let’s go have a baby.”

***

Thirteen hours later, Emilia Amery was born. Seven pounds, four ounces, a head full of light blonde hair. Aziza decided to do a natural birth, and though I fully supported her, my hand did not. I’m surprised she didn’t break it.

“Killian,” Aziza mumbled in her sleep. Glancing at the hospital bed, she gave me a tired smile. “I love you.”

Walking over, I kissed the side of her temple. “I love you.”

“Thank you for pushing that bully eighteen years ago.” Her eyes fluttered closed, sleep taking her back over.

“Always, moya Printsessa, always.” Leaning down I pressed my lips against her forehead before kissing Emilia's head.

I’ll always do everything for them.

My family.