Page 90 of Spookily Yours

I hadn’t quite decided what was next in life. I’d planned on getting another job after stepping back from the bakery, but then I’d gotten pregnant with Opal. And I decided I liked the role of Mom better than anything else I could have ever dreamed of.

I still dabbled in potions, and these days, I had a whole slew of witches requesting different cures for their ailments. It felt like they had a newfound awe for me after they’d found out about me breaking my demon’s curse.

He’d settled into his role as a resident of Pleasant Grove, but more importantly, into being a father. Even though he sometimes still shapeshifted into cat form and let our toddler play with him.

Damien still rolled his eyes when I called itHell—but after visiting quite a few times, I had to admit it had its own charms.

Like thegiantbathtub that took up almost an entire room, or the king sized bed that was so decadent I never wanted to get out of it. Damien’ssuiteswere lavish and lush and the perfect escape from life.

And then there was his house—the one that barely deserved to be called that. It was basically a mansion, built onto a large piece of property outside of the demon capital.

When you live a long time, you have a lot of money saved up. He’d shrugged.I figured it would be an excellent investment.

And one day, it would be our home. After we’d raised Opal with the witches, let her choose her path—then we’d retire to the demon realm for the rest of our eternity.

I liked the sound of it more and more every day.

Forever with the man—the demon—that I loved.

And the baby girl who’d brought so much joy into my life.

With the sister I’d given up everything for, who’d found her own path.

My family was complete. Mine. Perfect.

My demon smiled up at me, taking Opal from my arms. “Come to daddy, baby girl.” He brushed a hand over her little black curls.

Part of me—part of him. She’d gotten my eyes. And a tiny splattering of freckles on her cheeks. The rest, though, was all Damien. His complexion, the onyx hue of her hair.

We could always make another one, you know,he said, watching me watch them.It might be fun.

She’s not even a year old yet. What’s the rush?

He gave me a little smirk.What? I like seeing you pregnant.

“Mommy and Daddy need to give you a little sister, huh, Opal?” He grinned, bouncing our little girl up in the air.

“How are you so sure it won’t be a boy?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

He laughed. “I just have this feeling.”

I rubbed over my wedding ring—the ring that used to be his mother’s—thinking about our family. Not yet, but… I liked the idea of adding another member to our family soon.

After Halloween was over, maybe we could start thinking about it. But I wanted to enjoy my baby girl’s first Halloween. I’d already bought the cutest costume, and we were all going to match.

Besides, what were the odds he’d knock me up on the first try, anyway?

I adjusted her little jumper.

“Shall we?” He asked.

But I know he didn’t just mean going to see Luna and Zain.

“Yes,” I agreed.

To the future. To our life. To our family.

To every blissfully perfect moment that would come, and every single one in between.

I’d never expected to find my perfect man, let alone a demon. Never imagined that the cat I’d adopted would have been the male the fates picked for me. My mate.

And yet, here I was. Living my perfect life. It was everything I’d ever wanted, and everything I’d never known how to wish for.

“I love you,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before leaning in to kiss our daughter’s cheek.

“I love you, too, little witch,” he agreed, returning one back. “Both of you.”

The End.