Page 77 of Paws & Order

I've organized town festivals, negotiated coven disputes, and somehow survived Blackthorn Bay's annual summer-solstice potluck. But this is different.

This is the first thing we're doing as a family.

A growing family.

There's no hiding my belly anymore. As Zadok so eloquently announced at last week's board meeting, I am "voluptuously with child."

Cassian nearly killed him.

I nearly killed Cassian for nearly killing him.

He finds me cracking eggs at the counter and immediately settles a hand against my stomach.

"Did the ghosts make coffee again?"

I gesture toward the carafe.

"They did."

Cassian eyes it suspiciously.

Three years later, Theodore and Emily still appear whenever they please.

Mostly to meddle.

Sometimes to make coffee.

Occasionally both.

Cassian pours himself a mug and takes a sip.

"I prefer your blend."

"But you'll drink any blend."

He leans down and brushes a kiss against my temple.

"I'd eat glass if you put cinnamon on it."

"It's almost charming."

"Almost?"

"Don't push it."

By noon, the house is full.

Guests arrive carrying gifts that would seem alarming anywhere but Blackthorn Bay. Cloth diapers enchanted neverto mildew. Handmade blankets. Enough baked goods to feed a small army.

Zadok arrives carrying a card that reads CONGRATULATIONS, FERTILE ONES in enormous block letters.

Naturally.

Theodore and Emily appear shortly after lunch.

They don't eat. They simply hover nearby, holding hands and looking entirely too pleased with themselves.

Emily tells me she's happy for us no fewer than six times.