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He grinned with the delight of a child. “Can you imagine what your cravings will be like?”

I smiled at him. “Can you imagine bottle-feeding a vampire?”

His mouth opened, closed again. “I cannot. We will literally be writing the book.”

“We will. Although I’m sure there will be plenty of people—supernatural and otherwise—with sage advice to offer. My mother being the first in line.” I grinned at him. “And she’s going to want to throw a baby shower, probably with you in attendance.”

“I already did the wedding shower.”

“This is a separate thing. And attendance is mandatory.”

Ethan smiled slyly. “I may be sick that evening.”

“Vampires don’t get sick.”

“In fairness, they aren’t supposed to be pregnant, either.”

He had a point, so I smiled at him. “We’ll figure it out.”

Just as we’d done before, and just as we’d undoubtedly do again.

He caught my face in his hands, pressed his mouth to mine, and, on the steps of Cadogan House, kissed me madly, deeply. “I do love you, Sentinel.”

“I love you, too, Sullivan.”

We walked into Cadogan House. And this time, I hoped I wouldn’t need my sword, if only for a little while.



EPILOGUE



THE REMAINS OF THE CAKE


Twenty-one Months Later, Give or Take

Chicago, Illinois

Hands on my hips, I looked down at the year-old girl who bounced on chubby thighs, her tiny fingers gripping the edge of the coffee table. Her golden curls moved as she did, bouncing up and down around her cherubic face, punctuated by emerald green eyes.

This beautiful little girl was stuffing Cheerios into her mouth with wild abandon, bouncing up and down on plump little legs that poked out beneath a blue dress sprigged with tiny white flowers. “Ree!”

It was her favorite sound, the word that meant “Yes,” “Cheerios,” “Here,” and every other phrase she couldn’t quite manage to articulate.

I nodded. “Like those, do you?”

Brow furrowed as she worked, she scooped a handful of Cheerios from the coffee table and offered them to me. “Ree.”

I walked to the coffee table, went to my knees, and slurped Cheerios out of her unsurprisingly sticky hand. She squealed happily, jogged in place on unsteady feet, and grabbed more Cheerios. Then she lifted the few she managed to corral to my mouth. I obliged her and munched them. Tasty, but five or six were more filling for a toddler than for a thirty-year-old vampire.

“Are you ready?” her father called out from the next room.

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