Rebecca suspects that it’s because they offered a piece of themselves, a piece of their very genetic makeup, which now makes reproduction possible. We’re quite literally made for each other, our souls aligned in perfect synchronization. Of course, that’s all speculation, but we have plans to talk to the God of Knowledge as soon as possible.
We also have no idea how the aging process will work for our children, but Rebecca thinks that they’ll grow to adulthood before their immortality sets in. My poor, poor kids. Having to deal with their overprotective fathers until the end of time. I don’t envy them.
“I’m so excited!” Gemma gushes now, clapping her tiny hands together.
Henry called me the day before and told me that the adoption was finalized for their third child, a little boy named Rand. I’m happy that Rebecca’s relationship with my brothers has worked out. And though I know she’s upset that she’ll never be able to have children of her own, they’ve more than made up for it by fostering and adopting all the kids they can.
My heart aches for my best friend. Despite everything, she’s still immortal, though her time on the Earthen realm is steadily changing her. Maybe, with enough time, she’ll be able to grow old with her husbands and kids, but I’m not holding on to much hope. Either way, I’ll support her until the bitter end…even if that means holding her hand while she attends her own child’s funeral.
My brothers have been surprisingly okay with the realization that we were, in fact, gods and goddesses. Maybe ‘okay’ is too…tame of a term, but they only freaked out for a few months, Henry even less than that.
When he emerged from the hospital in his wheelchair, he took one look at me and asked, “What are you?”
So I answered, and our relationship has been flourishing ever since.
Colton and Ray were an entirely different story. Colton was pissed at Rebecca for keeping it a secret, and Ray felt betrayed. Both of them were immensely confused when it came to me and our relationship. We weren’t technically siblings, but we had hoards of memories, thanks to Mandy and Athena. I’m just grateful that they came around, both for my sake and Beck’s.
“Did you brush your teeth?” I ask Gemma, placing my hands on my hips. Her face turns an adorable shade of scarlet as she scrambles to her feet and hurries towards the bathroom without a word.
“You heading out?” Avery asks just as he enters the room. He looks the exact same as he did five years ago, only his golden hair is slightly longer and styled in an immaculate faux-hawk. Today, he wears a short sleeve white shirt that clings to his muscular chest and loose basketball shorts. Blood speckles his cheeks and the collar of his shirt.
“You have a little something…” I lick my thumb and brush away the dried, flaky blood. Avery blushes delicately as his eyes zero in on my lips.
“Sorry. This one was a runner.” He smiles charmingly, and I can’t help but smile back. Because yeah, I totally married a serial killer. But what would you expect from the God of Death? He literally needs death to survive. Fortunately for the world at large, Avery only goes after other serial killers and rapists. And the occasional terrorist.
As if unable to help himself, Avery presses his lips to mine in a tender, reverent kiss that sparks heat in my core. If his cock brushing against my stomach is any indication, Avery isn’t immune to the simple kiss either.
Maybe if we’re quick…
“Ew! Gross!” Gemma makes a face as she reenters the room, and Avery and I jump away from each other as if we’re on fire.
“Who are you calling gross?” Avery asks, and Gemma giggles.
“You are!”
Avery lunges at our daughter and lifts her into the air, tickling her sides as she squeals.
Smirking at their antics, I push up on my tiptoes to whisper to Avery, “I’m going to see if Desmond is ready.”
Since we’re only driving up for the day, Desmond and Gemma are the only ones going with me. Tate has a shift at the station in a few hours, and Helio needs to train the new security guards he hired at his private firm.
And Arsin…
Well, he’s technically still wanted by the FBI after he “escaped prison.” And I don’t even know why I’m putting that in quotation marks because he literally escaped prison; it’s not just a fake memory implanted in his head. Apparently, that bitch Mandy placed him directly in a prison cell when we arrived on Earth. And Arsin? He used a match he had a friend smuggle in and lit the entire fucking prison on fire. Fortunately, Tate’s power of deception, and his position on the local police force, ensures that Sin won’t ever be caught, thank fuck. I’m not worried about my lover at all. Oh no. I’m more worried about the hundreds of innocent guards he’ll douse in flames in order to get back to me and his kids.
I enter the living room to see him sitting on the floor with Matty across from him. Gemma’s twin has the same onyx black hair, but his eyes remind me of emerald gemstones instead of pools of water.
“Mommy!” he screams when he sees me, and Sin immediately drops his hand…
The hand currently holding a ball of fire.
“Sin,” I give him a disapproving look, “I thought we talked about playing with fire in the house.”
“He has to train, my love, especially if he wants to be like his daddy.” Sin smiles mischievously as I lean down to peck him on the cheek. He turns at the last minute, capturing my lips in his own.
“Mommy, watch!” Matty enthusiastically thrusts out his hand, a
