Until her.
Until Ada.
She breathed life into me, made me realize that there was so much more to… all of this than just what I’d been doing.
“I love you. Until my heart stops beating and I’m rotting in the ground. You’re mine and all my love is yours.” My words were firm, the certainty in them clear.
She rested her forehead against the center of my chest, and I continued smoothing my hand up and down her back, then moved up to cup the back of her head.
For long moments she let me hold her, maybe realizing I needed this, needed the reassurance that I had her and I’d never let her go.
“Sebastian?”
“Hmmm, sweetheart?”
Her breath hitched. “What would you say if I told you I’d like to talk about starting a family?”
I grew still, her words something I never thought in my life I’d have uttered to me.
I was speechless, but then I felt my smile spread. I felt… I felt fucking happy, my chest warm because this woman, this incredible female, wanted to have a family with me.
“I want to give you anything—everything.” I kissed her when she opened her mouth, stopping her from saying anything. “But in this instance I want this, too, Ada. Fuck, I want to fill you up, get you pregnant, and have little baby Adas running around.” The image of that had my grin splitting wider. “Little girls with red hair and green eyes just like their mother.”
“Really?” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“Baby…” My chest tightened and I ran my palm over it. “Really.” I kissed the tip of her nose and pulled back. “How about we get started on that right now?” Before she could respond, I lifted her into my arms, her squeal of surprise and happiness ringing in my ear.
I kissed her temple as I strode out of my office, up the stairs and right into our bedroom.
“First I’m gonna fuck you in the shower, then in the bed—”
“Shower first, then my therapy appointment, then the bed,” she said on a giggle.
I made a frustrated sound and kicked open the bathroom door. “Fine. But just so you know…” I licked her from chin to temple. “I’m fucking you twice before I’ll let you go to sleep.”
And she knew I’d make good on that fucking promise.
“Let’s start making that baby, sweetheart.”
Epilogue
Lennox
“This isn’t a waste of time, Lennox,” Dr. Bronwyn Mikonovich said in that soft, placating voice of hers.
I didn’t respond.
“This is good for you. It’s been going well, don’t you think?”
I snorted. “If you think being forced by my father to come here weekly while you tell me all the shit that I can do to ‘better my life,’ then you and I have very different ideas on what’s been going well.”
She leaned back in her chair and nodded in that way that annoyed the fuck out of me. Because it genuinely seemed like she got where I was coming from.
It was also the way she stared at me that told me she could see through my bullshit and wanted to call me out. But she’d also said we weren’t “there” yet in this professional relationship for her to really open up the way she wanted us both to.
I looked at my watch. “Time’s up, Doc,” I said and rose, the couch behind me looking like a fucking piece of dollhouse furniture compared to my size.
She exhaled but didn’t say anything in response, and stood as well, setting her tablet on the little table beside her chair and looking at me to once again give me that placating smile.
I dwarfed her so much she had to tip her head back to look at my face.
Being a Lycan meant I was a big male in general, but ever since my accident and losing the one integral part of me—my Lycan, my inner animal—all I’d been focusing on was working out.
It helped to keep my head clear and focused. It helped me not obsess over the things I couldn’t change.
At the very thought of no longer sensing my inner beast within me, I felt those dark tendrils of nothingness start to creep through me.
They’d been my friend—or enemy, more accurately—for a very long time after my accident, after my face had been scarred when we’d attacked our enemies.
It wasn’t even the fucking scarring that bothered me. It was the fact that after I’d woken up from my accident, I hadn’t been able to feel my wolf.
It was as if he’d deserted me in the time I needed him the most.
I knew she could sense how on edge I constantly was, and smell that frantic energy in me, seeing as she, too, was a Lycan.
But she didn’t seem intimidated. Not one fucking bit. Then again I was sure she saw a lot of Otherworld that had a lot more darker issues than I did.