The Blade

Epilogue

Epilogue

                "Tell your children to come inside, please?" Emelia pouted.

                "Have you tried?"

                "No, for some reason I lost my voice while trying to call them in and it magically reappeared when you walked into the room," Emelia smiled as she sent Damien some sarcasm.

                "I guess I should stick around so you're able to tell them to wash their hands," he teased.

                "Unless you'd like to do that as well," she hummed, moving over to the counter and picking up the salad bowl. Damien opened the back door and called the kids by name, explaining that it was time for dinner. The four children wandered in like ducklings in a row.

                "What's for supper, Pops?" Kian asked his father, pulling back a chair and plopping himself down into it. Damien shrugged and looked to his wife.

                "Grilled chicken and lots of it," Emelia answered her son.

                "Oh, did you get those noodles that I like?" A feminine voice asked. Emelia looked into her eleven year old daughters eyes and nodded.

                "For you, sweetie? Only everything," Emelia smiled, sensing Damien's eyes on her. The six of them sat down to the table and the largest plates holding the chicken was passed around, Emelia ending with it and setting back to the middle of the table.

                "Don't forget, we have that meeting with the Blade tomorrow, Em," Damien reminded her.

                "Oh right. It's at the palace, right?" She questioned.

                "The palace? Can we come, Mom?" Tessa, with her blonde pig-tails and innocent soul said.

                "I don't see why not. Aunt Faye will be there. Maybe you can play with your cousins," Emelia looked up to Damien to see a pleased smiled gracing his lips. The children spoke amongst themselves, speaking of the excitement for tomorrow while the couple stared at each other, "Regn will be there tomorrow. Remember your best behavior," Emelia mumbled to her husband.

                "Hey! Ever since the Blade converted I've liked Regn much more. She hasn't tried to kill me or anything so I say our relationship is going quite swimmingly," Damien chuckled.

                "Yeah, well, we spoke last week and she said that the humans have a few topics they want to touch on. Nothing too crazy or wild to my understanding, so hopefully it's a fast meeting," Emelia began cutting her food.

                "I'd take a civil conversation with a Peace Corporation over a fight with an enemy any day," Damien smiled.

                "I have to have a civil conversation with you later tonight...don't let me forget," Emelia softly ordered. Damien nodded, then focusing on the children in front of him and chiming in on their conversation about mud pies and whether they were revolting or a good use of time.

                "Who's turn is it to wash the dishes tonight?" Damien asked when dinner was over. Two hands glumly rose into the air and Emelia laughed, "Get to it, then. Maybe afterwards Mom will let you stay up and watch that movie."

                Emelia eyebrows shot up playfully at the suggestion, "I don't see why not. But only after the dishes."

                Instead of two children leaving, the table was suddenly clear of glassware and kids. There was the distant planning of who was to be a 'washer' and a 'dryer' so that they could get the job done faster.

                "So what did you want to talk about, kitten?" Emelia felt her groin pull at the nickname.

                "In the bedroom. More private," she explained. His eyes darkened slightly but he kept his overall composure. 

                In the three story house, their bedroom was on the first floor, tucked away in a solitary area of the downstairs. Damien shut the door behind his wife and looked at her with one eyebrow arched.

                "This has happened before, so I'm just going to spit it out okay?"

                "I know," Damien smirked.

                "I'm pregnant," she breathed, "Wait, what? You knew?"

                "You're grandmother called the other night while you were showering. I didn't even get a chance to say hello before she started spitting out questions about wall color and gender coordination," he laughed.

                "Why didn't you say anything?"

                "You secretly like telling me," he shrugged, "You get nervous and excited and it's very cute," he stepped towards her, pressing his hand to her stomach with care.

                "So you're okay with it?"

                "This'll be our fifth. I told you wanted a lot – it's wolf way. That, and it makes me hard every time I see your stomach swollen. So of course I'm okay with it," his hand ran around her side to her back, holding to his chest.

                "Good," her arms wrapped around his neck, "So tell me more about my stomach's affect on you," she hummed.

                "God, little one, I love you," he kissed her deeply with passion and gentleness.

                "I love you too," she spoke before matching his passion.

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