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I lean up on my toes in order to kiss his lips. Our baby makes a noise, no doubt in protest at being ignored. I have a feeling our daughter is going to be feisty, just like me. I can’t wait until she’s old enough to team up with me to cause Aiden chaos and headaches. He’ll love every second of it.
“Now that you’ve met her, do you still feel okay about her name?”
“Yes,” Aiden says, nodding his head. He runs his thumb over her cheek. “Welcome to the world, Aurora.”
“Our little Ray.”
“She’s like sunshine come to life, brightening my life just like her omega daddy.”
“Oh, you absolute sap,” I say, leaning my head against Aiden’s shoulder.
We spend the rest of the day taking care of Aurora. We let her scent us and get used to being part of the outside world. She responds beautifully and already, I can tell she knows who we are by our scents.
Running my nose over her head, she smells like a dreamsicle, the perfect blend of orange and cream. It goes well with her orange hair.
She takes her first bottle without issue and before we know it, she’s fast asleep against Aiden’s chest. I slot myself beside him on the couch, just enjoying this soft moment with my family.
Epilogue
Aiden
I open the back door and immediately am hit with a wave of noise. There are voices and music, and a mixture of scents flit through the air. I am surrounded by my pack and I honestly don’t think it’s possible to be a happier alpha.
I click my tongs as I make my way over to the grill, flipping it open and tossing the hot dogs on to cook. They hit the grill with a sizzle and my mouth waters.
Aurora is six months old today and I thought it was finally time to have a proper party in her honor. The pack have all come to meet her since she was born, but this is her official introduction to the pack properly.
I look across the yard, finding Aurora stumbling through the grass from Harry towards Alex. Those two are so enamored by her that I have a feeling any day now, they’re going to have a sit down with me to explain they’re having a baby. The baby fever has been hitting them ever since Aurora was born.
Excitement wells up inside of me at the thought. I would love for them to have a little one around Aurora’s age, someone to be her friend as she grows up. Our pack is growing as people are coupling up and having their own children. Not to mention the new human that Brock has adopted.
After leaving to find Piltunder, we assumed we’d never see that man again, yet Brock couldn’t stop thinking about him. About a month later, Vik had come back. It turns out he’s magically inclined and looking for people like himself. We might not have any other magic users, but he’d felt safe here when meeting Brock and me.
Brock immediately asked him to stay and promised we’d do everything we can to help him with his magic and learning more about it, even if it meant hiring a tutor to come help him from time to time.
I flip the hot dogs before searching the yard for my mate. I find him sitting at a table with Vik, Avery, and Frost. Suzanne is sitting on the table, a row of dinosaurs in front of her. She’s placing them in a line in rainbow order.
Brock tosses his head back and laughs at something Avery’s just said, the entire table erupting in fits of giggles. Suzanne notices them laughing and starts laughing herself, not wanting to be excluded.
“Focus on the food, Aiden,” Mr. Truffle, one of the older members of our pack who’s done his best to adopt Frost, says with a knowing smile. “You keep giving your omega those heart eyes and you’ll burn the hot dogs, son.”
I feel my face heat up as I quickly turn back to the grill, making sure to rotate the hot dogs properly so none of them get too dark. Mr. Truffle slaps my shoulder, chuckling.
“Alright, alright. I’ll keep my eyes on the food, but just know it might be the most difficult thing I do today.”
He gives me a smile, squeezing my shoulder. “I’m really happy for you, son. Your father would be so proud of you, Aiden.”
Emotions hit me square in the chest. “Oh,” I say, doing my best to clear my throat. “Thank you for saying that. I wish my parents would have been able to see this.”
“They’re here in spirit. I truly believe they’re still watching over us.”
“I like to think that too,” I say softly.
“Here. You give me your tongs and you head over to your mate. I can take care of flipping a few hot dogs.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely. You youngsters gotta enjoy this time while you still can. Let us old folk take care of things.”
