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Hex hands tiny Nicky to me and I hold him, blowing raspberries in his face to keep him happy. He’s too young to laugh or smile, but content is far superior to screaming his lungs out, which he loves to do often.
* * *
Abigail, Tory, and I sit in the kitchen one morning eating breakfast. I cook for all of us since they have their hands full with their kids. Tory has taken to motherhood easily, as I knew she would, and she and Abigail sit at the dining room table, laughing that their children will grow up one day and get married.
Pocus and Seer breeze into the room, both of them with their eyes only for their respective children.
“If your son comes near my daughter, I’m going to chop his balls off,” Pocus warns Seer in a teasing but slightly serious tone.
“If you come near my son, I’ll put a curse on you,” Tory warns Pocus without taking her eyes off Nicky.
“You can’t threaten me anymore,” Seer reminds Pocus, grabbing his son from Tory and flinging him up in the air. “You’ve stepped down as President, so you have no power over me anymore.”
“I’m still your best friend, and I know I absolutely scare the shit out of you,” Pocus says in a dark tone.
We ladies all roll our eyes because every conversation with the guys eventually devolves into empty some times childish threats. They’d never do anything to hurt each other, and I think they would be hilarious as in-laws. But, more likely, Nicky and Daisy will grow up like brother and sister, and Nicky will be the one threatening all of Daisy’s future boyfriends.
For now, they’re both sweet, bouncy babies. Daisy is delighted by Nicky’s presence, finally having someone around to speak her language. He can’t sit up on his own yet, but she loves crawling around him and playing with his toys.
Hex walks into the kitchen sleepily and nods at his friends. He pinches Daisy on the cheek, causing her to squeal in laughter. Then he walks over to our godson and kisses him on the forehead. In turn, Nicky looks at him with a grumpy, confused look on his face.
“So, Hex,” Tory says casually.
The atmosphere in the room shifts. Shit.
“When are you and Juliana going to add a baby to this little crowd?”
I roll my eyes and Hex groans. We haven’t been married a year yet, and we’re not in a rush for children.
“If we have a kid, who’s going to watch Nicky when you and Seer sneak off for a nap?” I ask, reminding her of our intense value as godparents.
“We have a whole village here to help,” she says slyly, waving around at the house.
“Weird,” Hex grumbles. “I don’t remember the last time Gator changed a diaper.”
“Or Knix burped him,” I chime in, remembering the last time Nicky spit up on me after a rigorous burping session.
Hex and I smile at each other in solidarity, the perfect, childless team.
“And, you may remember, I have an eight-year-old ghost to keep entertained,” Hex reminds us. Just then, the lights buzz, and a chill goes through me.
“Cassandra,” Hex warns, looking at a blank space next to me. “We’ve talked about you walking through people.”
“It’s okay,” I say to the air, not really sure where Cassandra is presently. “I don’t mind.”
“But she knows she isn’t supposed to do it,” he says, giving an annoyed look. And I know in that moment that he’s right. We kind of are parents already.
* * *
Ibreathe heavily, coming down from the intense orgasm coursing through me. I clutch the sheets, my toes curling underneath me. I haven’t exactly been counting, but I estimate I’ve had approximately 400 orgasms since I met Hex. And that’s a conservative number.
He climbs over me, kissing me sweetly, and I taste myself on his tongue. I feel my skin glowing hot under his touch, already excited for our next encounter. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s inside me, I can never get enough of him. I suddenly remember our conversation before the wedding, and I look over at him, his eyes already closing.
Before I met him, I didn’t believe in soulmates. I didn’t believe in fate, either. Yet here I am, married to a man I can’t imagine living without. We probably are soulmates, bound together by something much greater than us. I fall asleep, assured nothing can ever pull us apart, and nothing ever will.
