Page 67 of Possessed By the Mountain Man
The entire clearing gasps. People stand. Whisper. Perry screams. Ruby claps her hands over her mouth. Fox fist pumps. Hunter drops his drink. Cal actually smiles.
Thorne turns to me.
“Aspen.”
“Thorne.”
“You’re—”
“Pregnant,” I whisper. “I was going to tell you tonight.”
Zane slaps both hands over his face. “Oh my God I’m sorry–”
Perry yells, “This is the best wedding ever!”
Winter shouts, “Calling it now–that baby is haunted!”
Grady smirks. “Fifty bucks says the kid shows up with Thorne’s middle finger.”
Cal chuckles. “Aspen’s spells didn’t even cause this one!”
Zane is unraveling. “Okay–I can fix this–just–pretend I didn’t say that–rewind–erase it from your memory like–like–Men in Black–flashy flash–zap–new timeline–”
Thorne drags a hand down his face. “Zane. Shut up.”
“I can’t–this is a career-ending mistake.”
“You don’t have a career.”
Zane deflates. “Fair.”
Thorne turns back to me, and everything else goes quiet. He cups my face. Warm. Steady. Real.
“You’re pregnant,” he says again, voice wrecked.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
His throat moves. Eyes go glassy. And then—my dangerous, unbreakable mountain man?—
Smiles.
Big. Brutal. Beautiful.
“I love you,” he says, pulling me closer. “I love you so fucking much. And you—god, witch—you just made me the luckiest bastard alive.”
He kisses me.
Screw timing. Screw vows. Screw order.
He kisses me hard, in front of everyone—lifting me off my boots, wrapping me in a future I didn’t even know I had a right to hope for.
The crowd goes insane. Screaming. Cheering. Someone—probably Fox—howls like a wolf. Hunter shoots fireworks out of nowhere because of course he does. Zane wipes a tear dramatically.
“Okay,” he sniffs, clapping his hands. “Since I already ruined the surprise—and possibly my friendship and legal safety—I now pronounce youhusband and wife.”
“Zane,” I hiss, laughing.
“Don’t care. Kiss again.”
