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S E V E N T E E N : W I L D F L O W E R

A/N: So what do you guys think of Dante being a dad? ^_^

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S E V E N T E E N : W I L D F L O W E R

Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good—Romans 12:9

K A T A R I N A

I look over at my phone, unable to sleep. It's six in the morning now. Dante is laying next to me with one of his arms wrapped around my waist, lightly snoring. I slowly slip out from under his arm and get out of bed.

There's rose petals all over the floor with the comforter bundled up at the end of the bed. I look over at the bathroom and a trail of rose petals leads to the tub where the candles are still laid out on the floor around the claw bathtub with petals scattered around. The flames have gone out in the candles by now and there's traces of wax build up on the floor at their base.

That's going to be so much fun cleaning up later. Note massive sarcasm.

The tub is still full of foggy water that once held bubbles and essential oils and I smile to myself, remembering what we did in that tub last night. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. It was simple and I loved every moment of it.

I look back at the bed and Dante has turned onto his stomach with his arms folded under the pillow. I stare at his back and can see the muscles flex beneath the tattooed wings. His face is so relaxed and his steady breathing is so peaceful. I'd love to curl back into bed with him but I simply can't sleep.

Quietly, I pull on his t-shirt from last night and a pair of leggings I've left in his dresser. I close the door softly behind me and look down the hallway at the door that leads to Joseph's bedroom. I tip-toe past it, hoping the creaking of the floorboards doesn't wake him as I make my way to the stairs.

My bag is still on the entryway table where I'd set it last night and pull out the journal and grimoire. I've yet to find the clues I need to remove my father's glimmer spell on the armory in their basement. I have a strong feeling that there's more down there than what we were seeing.

I start the coffee pot and pull a mug from the cabinet. Once the pot is filled I pour a cup full into it and sit at the kitchen island to begin looking through the grimoire where I left off. It's a thick book and I've gotten only a quarter of the way through it. I get about ten pages in before I let out a long sigh. I decide to read some of my mother's journal, hoping that if I keep reading it over and over, eventually I'll catch something. The journal entry I land on is the day she found out she was pregnant with me.

Today I went to the doctor because I wasn't feeling well. I could've had Thomas give me a check-up but I didn't want him worrying. I'd been feeling ill for the last week. It's been throughout the day and not just the mornings, so you can imagine my surprise when the urine sample came back that I was pregnant. I had my PAP done and it was determined I was about nine weeks pregnant. I couldn't remember if I had missed my period or not, let alone two. A lot has been going on lately with the move and dealing with my job. I was so glad that I was able to take my undercover job and turn it into an actual career as an event coordinator.

At first I wasn't sure how I felt about this pregnancy though. I honestly never wanted children before. I knew from experience that being part of the Templar meant you were rarely home to raise a family. I didn't want to have a child and then turn around and leave them at home. Plus I loved the hunt too much to be a stay-at-home mother.