Broomstick Breakdown

Epilogue

Sophia knew she was pregnant within hours of making love. It was kind of hard to miss because her magic disappeared as if sucked into a dark hole. Aidan found her in the bathroom sniffling and laughing.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He dropped to his knees beside her where she sat on the tile floor.

She said it bluntly. “I’m pregnant.”

“Are you sure?”

Sophia answered with a dark look.

“Oh, yeah, I guess your magic disappeared. It’s all right, though. It’ll only be for a few months. I promise to take very good care of you.” The jerk looked so smugly happy, she wanted to hit him. Although she’d expected this for a while given how often they made love daily.

“I know you will,” she said as she smiled while leaning over to kiss him. “I didn’t mean to cry. I just didn’t expect it to be so sudden. Can you believe we’re going to be parents?”

“I can’t wait. I’ll teach the little pup all kinds of stuff.”

Sophia smiled impishly. “Oh, about the pup thing. Remember that talk I had with Clarabelle at the diner? Well, there’s one thing that the books don’t tell about shifter and witch babies.”

“What?” Aidan’s face creased in concern.

“We’ll need to fireproof the house, because it’s not a pup we’ll be having, darling, but a dragon. As it turns out, true mate bonds between shifters and witches is where dragons come from. How cool is that?”

Apparently, she’d find out his thoughts on the matter later. Her husband had blanched and passed out cold. Sophia giggled. Personally, she liked the fact their child would have not only its daddy’s shifting abilities, but also magic like its mother.

Waking him up in the only pleasurable way she could think of-naked, of course-she smiled. Life was absolutely perfect. She loved Aidan more and more as she grew to know him, and the love he showered her with in return made all her previous trepidations seem so foolish.

And to think, she’d found her true mate and true love because of a broomstick breakdown. It only went to show you, you never know when or where love will strike, but when it is meant to be, nothing-not even a stubborn witch-can stop it.