Page 183 of Savage Reign

“What happens now?”

“Now,” Silas began. “We live happily ever after.”

“I don’t think that exists.”

He smiled fondly at me. “Such a cynical little angel.”

Perhaps so. I pressed my hand over Maverick’s.

“You know our baby is going to be just fine, don’t you?” Maverick asked.

“I hope so.”

“I know so. Your inheritance, the one your grandfather gave you, is already drawn up to go to our child on their twenty-fifth birthday.”

I stilled. “What?”

Maverick smiled. “We had the contract drawn up days before the wedding.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, little monster. I want to make sure our child will always be taken care of, no matter what. And this is to show you we’re not marrying you for the inheritance, but because we love you.”

“I already know that,” I whispered. “I never doubted any of you.”

He went soft. “We know.”

I looked around at them. “But what if our child gets hunted down for this? Like me?”

Killian shook his head, grabbing my feet. He gently massaged my ankle. “We’re not your father, sweetheart. We can protect our child. And we will. This kid will be the safest kid in the world. The happiest, especially with a mother like you, to help direct it.”

I looked down.

He was telling me I had control over the raising of my child. That I would always have control.

All the fears I had about getting pregnant in this world seemed to just disappear, and what was left was a relief so pronounced, I almost cried.

I looked at each of my men. Their eyes expressed nothing but love—for me and for our unborn child.

Silas grinned when he caught my eyes. “Like I said, happily ever after, angel.”

I nodded, crying a little.

Finally, I felt like I could just let go of everything.

EPILOGUE

SILAS, EIGHT MONTHS LATER

I paced backand forth around the large private hospital room. The window looked out to the Chicago skyline.

I watched as Mila turned toward it, taking in the setting sun, a small smile on her face. How could she be so calm about everything when I felt like I was going to pull my hair out?

“Silas, come sit with me,” she said, holding out her hand.

I couldn’t deny her anything, especially when she was asking me in that soft voice of hers. I walked over to her and grabbed her hand. She pulled me down until I was sitting on the side of the bed, facing her.

I cupped her cheek and waited until I could see those blue green eyes of hers. They were more green today. Her blonde hair was tied messily into a high bun on top of her head, and her cheeks were flushed.

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