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All I know is that no matter what happens, I’m already proud to be the mother of two incredible children. And having Varzig as their father will only make them all the more mighty.
We take Abigail and V with us to the portal, and then, with each of us holding one child, we travel through it. It’s far more useable than the last few times we used it. The children barely batted an eye as we showed up in the village just outside my parents’ farm.
I’m elated to see them, as it has been some time. I realize that I’m indeed anxious about them meeting the kids. It’s not every day that you are presented with grandchildren that are half demon. Varzig must sense it because he holds my hand as we carry the children to the farm.
“They will love them,” he whispered to me. “I promise you that.”
As always, his strength and touch give me confidence, and I smiled up at him. He is still so handsome and loving, calming me with just a single look.
“I know you’re right,” I whispered back.
When we got to the farm, my parents whipped the door open and embraced us with open arms. Their crops are plentiful, and the village surrounding them has blossomed with life and cultivation. They both squeeze me hard as Varzig takes the kids, and my mother begins to weep.
“It’s been far too long!” She cried.
I rub her back, and I feel a sense of pride. I worked so hard for them, and I always wondered if they had truly understood the sacrifice I had made. Holding my mother now, I know that they do indeed.
“I’m here now, ma,” I said, comforting her. “And you have some new friends to meet!”
My mother and father have pulled away from me, taking a glance down at the one-year-old toddlers staring up at them.
Abigail has Varzig’s red eyes and tiny pupils, while V has mine. For a beat, I began to worry that they would be disgusted with the choice I had made. But soon enough, my mother’s face nearly shatters from how hard she’s grinning.
“Come over here, my sweet babies!”
The children are naturally drawn to them, and I let out a sigh of relief. My parents led us into the kitchen, where they had been preparing a feast for our visit.
The entire visit goes swimmingly, with my parents paying keen attention to the kids and chatting casually with us about the ongoings of the realm. They have adjusted quite a bit to the differences in Varzig’s world vs their own.
“So tell us about your latest tome!”
We are sitting in the living area, each holding a cup of tea. The children have tired themselves out and are taking a nap in my old bedroom.
I flick a look at Varzig, feeling myself starting to blush.
“I didn’t think you knew about that,” I muttered, holding the mug over my lips.
“Nonsense!” My father exclaimed. “We know how much you loved Abigail and how much you love stories. Come, tell us all about it.”
Over the past few years, whenever Varzig was away or when I wasn’t tending to the children or thinking up various places to add to our lovemaking list, I have been writing. My creative fire burned relentlessly, which I feel is connected to my life and passion for Varzig. It has yet to be snuffed out, which is something I’m beyond thankful for.
I tell my parents all about the stories I have written and how I plan on gifting the tome to the chidden of the village. They seemed genuinely proud of me, and Varzig squeezed my leg, giving me that look of knowing that I adore so much.
“I’m not surprised you’ve been able to write so much,” my mother says, stirring her tea. “Did you happen to write about your happily ever after in that old magical book?”
I take a look at Varzig, getting lost in his gaze as I tend to. He doesn’t ever speak for me. That is something else that I adore about him.
I look back at my parents, who are waiting patiently for my reply. I feel my eyes begin to fill with tears, and my throat grow scratchy, overwhelmed with love, as I speak.
“I did not,” I said, smiling. “I did not write any of this in that book. But it’s true, I’m so damn happy.”
We chatted into the night until it became time to get into bed ourselves. My parents do not have a lot of space compared to our mansion back on the demon isle, so we decided to sleep on the floor of my old bedroom while the twins sleep on the bed.
The floor is hard and rough, but it doesn’t matter. Varzig and I are madly in love, and the softness of our touch is enough to lull each other into slumber.
“I’m so proud of you, Tessa,” Varzig whispered, laying on his side as he regarded me. “Of everything you’ve done for this village, for your parents, and for me. I’m so honored to live by your side.”
I roll onto my side and intertwine my hands with his.
"Contentment is a strange feeling. It can barely be described in words, yet, you long to. The moment you try to capture it, it slips through your hands. Like water.”
Varzig pulled me in close by my waist, a habit that drives me crazy with desire. He kissed my neck, and I growled quietly, my heart galloping in my chest.
“You are a show off, but I love you,” he murmured into the shell of my ear.
“And I love you,” I said, smiling. “Within divinity and fiendish trickery.”
We fall asleep in each other's arms, just as we often do, and into an eternity of mystical rapture.
