Flames of Fury

Epilogue

Drove for 12 hours to get home yesterday and completely passed out!

But here it is! The finale of book 2 😭❤️

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~5 years later~

Magnolia

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Ro snaps at me but does his best to keep his tone in check.

"Getting dressed for the wedding? Why?" I don't bother looking at him, I just continue wrapping my dress around my swollen stomach and tying it with the matching sash.

"Mags, you're going to pop any minute. Get back in bed."

"You know this isn't my first rodeo right? It's not even my second. I think I can manage sitting on a bench for thirty minutes, eating dinner, and letting you sweep me back to bed at the end of the night." I walk towards him as I speak, placing my hands on his firm pecs when I reach him and pecking a chaste kiss on his cheek.

He's never been good at telling me no. Actually, that's not true. He tells me no all the time, I just simply don't listen.

Varian sidles up next to Ro, drapes an arm over his brother's shoulder and uses his other to pull me towards him. "If you're going then you're staying within arm's reach of Ember."

My expression flatlines, "I'm not doing that to my best friend on her wedding day."

Ro grunts his frustration. "This conversation is moot. You're not going."

"You want to throw down over this? I'm going. You can hold open every door and feed me my dinner bite by bite, but I am going to Ember and Xander's wedding."

Ro's heat flares while Varian looks at me with wicked delight. He loves when Ro and I stand off, it's as good as the chase for him.

"Worst case scenario I can have Incandis teleport me to woods and you can deliver her like you did the twins."

I'm surprised when it's Varian who scoffs, "fucking unlikely. Not after what you went through with Rhys."

My eyes roll of their own accord, I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. "Rhys is all dragon, there was bound to be a little smoke and fire."

There was a perpetual blanket of flames that coated my skin while I labored with Rhys, which would flare with every contraction.

The doctors worried over how the heat would affect the baby if it turned out he didn't have fire resistance. No matter how many cooling blankets they wrapped me in, no matter how many ice baths I took, the flames never went out. It wasn't until Rhys was in my arms that the flames finally dissipated.

"And what if she's the same, Princess?" Ro says as he palms my firm belly with his large hand. "We just want you to be safe and healthy. Both of you."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." I place my hand over Ro's on my stomach in an attempt to calm his nerves.

His mouth opens with words of opposition at the ready on his tongue, but he stops himself and he and Varian both alert like bloodhounds to some sound or smell that I can't perceive.

An infectious grin works its way across both of their faces just before the door flies open and three tiny bodies come bounding into our room.

"Daddies!" Calla squeals and runs straight into Varian's arms.

Ro runs towards the door and scoops up Cole and Rhys in his arms, our five and three year olds giggling uncontrollably as Ro blows raspberries on their cheeks.