Serendipity (Bayou Magic 3)

“I’m sure they have some lovely surprises,” I agree.

Lovely surprises, indeed.

We walk down the little dirt road that connects our homes. Ruth and I have enjoyed watching the progress on her little cottage, discussing colors and fabrics.

Casting spells on charms to put in the walls when the workers finished for the day.

Three cars are parked out front, and the six are sitting on the deep, wrap-around porch—the girls on the swing, in a chair, and the boys on the steps.

“What a handsome bunch they make,” I say softly.

“I’ve never seen anything so wonderful in my life,” Ruth says. “And the new house is good, too.”

I smile at her, and we approach the others.

“There you are,” Brielle says. “Welcome home, Mama.”

“Oh, girls. All of you. It’s just so wonderful. So much more than I imagined.”

“Let’s go inside and have a look,” Jackson suggests.

They wanted us to stay away for the last phase of the build so we could see it when it was all finished.

And when we walk inside, we both gasp with joy.

Ruth cries.

I simply smile, pleased and proud of these young people and everything they’ve accomplished together.

The living space is full of color. A beautiful yellow velvet couch is the focal point with gem-toned pillows and throws and wood furniture. The kitchen is a dream, with plenty of counter space for Ruth to explore more of her hedgewitch affinity.

I have no doubt she’ll plant gorgeous gardens, and children will play in the yard for generations to come, filling the little house with love.

“Do you like it?” Daphne asks me after we’ve been given the grand tour.

“Oh, darling, yes. It’s absolutely perfect. Your mother will be very happy here.”

“She deserves it,” Millie says and hugs Ruth close.

Lucien walks up next to me and takes my hand, squeezing it.

He’s my great-grandfather, this young man. And, he’s my friend.

I’ve grieved for those we lost, loved ones who didn’t have the opportunity to be here and to grow old.

And I’ve rejoiced for the six who prevailed, and for the lifetimes they’re about to have.

They are my family.

“I’m going to make dinner for everyone,” Ruth announces. “A big dinner, here in my new home.”

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” I reply, joining in my friend’s excitement. “But first, I think there are a few announcements that need to be shared.”

All three sisters look at me in surprise, and then at each other.

“We’re all knocked up,” Brielle says with a laugh. “All three of us.”

“Babies!” Ruth tears up and holds her daughter close. “My babies are having babies, Sophia.”

“Yes.” I look into Lucien’s eyes and give him a wink. I see their lives. All of them. Along with their children’s and their children’s children. I know what’s to come.

There will be battles ahead. But there will also be love.

So much love.

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