The Woodland Packs

“All right. What would you like to call her?”

Celeste met my gaze and I saw a lot of love and uncertainty there. “Destiny. After all, it was Destiny that brought us together.”

I smiled as the sound rolled around the room.

“Sounds perfect to me. Contingent on the rest of the family’s approval, of course.”

I glanced around the room, at my Beta and Omega, who nodded happily.

“We’re happy with anything you choose.”

“Destiny, then.”

I lifted my daughter up on my chest and kissed the top of her head.

Celeste leaned close and rested her cheek against my shoulder.

I had to ask—my head was whirling around with all the uncertainties left.

“So, we’re okay? After I get better, I can come home?”

I’d never thought I’d have to ask my pack such a thing, and Sam’s eyes were shadowed as he stared at me.

“It’s only a home with you in it, Tayte. You’re the foundation of everything in our family.”

I blinked away the tears that gathered in my eyes once again and put it down to all the drugs in my system.

I let my body relax into the pillows and looked at my family.

They weren’t going anywhere, and thanks to a stroke of luck, now… neither was I.

Epilogue.

A year later.

Celeste.

I looked down at the white stick and smiled as my stomach flipped over.

Two pink lines. Clear and visible.

I was pregnant.

Again.

“Oh.”

We’d celebrated Destiny’s first birthday only yesterday, and I’d been feeling a little queasy all day.

I’d had my suspicions, of course, but I’d wanted to wait until after the party to do an official test.

Unlike that day, all those months ago when I found out I was pregnant the first time, this day would be cause for celebration, not despair.

What a difference a year and a half made.

I slid the cap back on the test stick and slid it into my back pocket. The men were out, but they’d be home for lunch soon.

“How you going, baby girl? You ready to get changed?”