Page 92 of Ignited

I held my hand to my stomach. Trey kissed my forehead.

“Our child will be King of this school one day,” he said.

“What if it’s a girl?” I teased.

“Queen, then. Or gender nonbinary ruler.”

“Our child will be whatever they want to be,” Ayaz asserted.

“As long as they’re as hot as I am,” Quinn added.

I gathered my Kings in my arms. We faced off against a cosmic deity, parents who tried to sacrifice them, and broken a cycle of horror and violence. Compared to that, parenting would be a snap.

Bring it on, little fire-baby.

Bring it the fuck on.

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