12 months later
Nia smoothed the new tunic Ka’Cit had bought her and patted her afro to make sure it was in place.
Ka’Cit gripped her other hand in his and squeezed it almost too tightly.
He was nervous.
So was she.
In front of them was a room full of little children all running around and playing together. There were squeals of laughter and joy filling the space and it was hard not feeling lightheaded and happy.
“Do you think one of them will like us?” Ka’Cit’s voice was a low whisper by her ear and when she looked up at him, she couldn’t help but smile.
He was dressed in his best tunic, his hair was flowing down his shoulders, and he wasn’t wearing his mask.
He cleaned up well and every time she looked at him, she couldn’t believe he was hers.
“What if none of them like us?” He glanced at her now and she chuckled a little.
“I’m sure we’ll find a child that likes us as much as we like them. Today,” she gripped his hand, “we become parents.”
They’d talked about it for a while. Made the plans.
There was already a room waiting at home, they’d bought toys, and they’d filed all the paperwork.
She couldn’t believe it but, after months of planning, today was the day.
Lauren had given birth to a bubbly baby boy, now toddler, and she had to admit that seeing their family had influenced her and Ka’Cit to get the ball rolling.
“It will be fine,” she whispered, not sure if she was reassuring him or herself.
As soon as she said those words though, a child looked up from what she was doing.
She was a light blue with two little antennae rising from her head and pointed ears like Ka’Cit’s.
She looked at them for a few moments and Nia’s heart thumped against her chest.
When she turned her gaze to Ka’Cit, he was staring at the little girl too.
The child stood then, and took up the picture she was drawing.
She took a few hesitant steps before she paused and Nia stooped so she was on the child’s level.
That seemed to help and the child walked forward.
“Did you draw a picture?”
The child nodded and turned the picture to show them.
Ka’Cit stooped as well and as they both looked at the drawing, Nia fought to keep the surprise from her face.
It was clear who the figures on the paper were and her heart swelled.
“That’s you.” The child pointed to one of the figures. “And that’s you.” She looked at Ka’Cit and pointed to another figure.
“And is this you?” Nia asked, pointing to the blue figure on the paper.
The child nodded.
But there were more figures on the paper.
“And who are these?” Ka’Cit asked.
“Those are the bad guys.” The child pointed to a set of dark figures. “We’re fighting them because they’re not nice.”
Nia glanced at Ka’Cit and their eyes met.
Maybe finding a child that fit them perfectly wasn’t going to be so hard after all.
“Come!” The child grabbed Ka’Cit’s hand and he had a moment of surprise where he looked at Nia for help.
Nia chuckled and shrugged as the child led him away and back towards her seat.
As Nia watched them go, her smile grew wider and a warm feeling enveloped her.
Her hand moved over her stomach.
It was still flat.
Nothing gave away the secret growing underneath.
She wasn’t showing yet, and she assumed that would be the case for the next few weeks at least.
That was good because she hadn’t told him yet.
They were still going to adopt a child either way and she wanted the moment he found out about the pregnancy to be perfect.
The coil fell out some months ago and well…it appeared that miracles did happen…if you were lucky.
And according to him, he was the luckiest man alive.
Maybe he was right.
But as she watched him play with the child, Nia came to another conclusion.
Maybe she was the lucky one.
A note from A.G
I hope you loved Ka’Cit and Nia’s story!
Oh my goodness…I don’t know, but these two…
If you follow me on social media you probably saw my post about finishing the book and then going back to write some more.
Well, here’s how that happened.
I originally finished Ka’Cit’s Haven and was ready to send it to the editor when I paused.
It didn’t feel like it was done.
Ka’Cit and Nia’s story felt so real to me that even when I typed the last word, I still wanted to go on.
So I did.
I legit almost cried when I wrote the epilogue.
He’s such a good soul, I just wanted him to get his HEA so bad.
And I mean a real HEA—one where he felt loved, appreciated, and WORTHY.
I’m not crying. You’re crying!
*takes a moment and a deep breath*
I do hope you enjoyed his story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Next up is a book for the Restitution series. If you haven’t started that series yet, the first book is already out. It follows the guys fighting against the Tasqals.
Book one is Ajos’ story and book two will be V’Alen’s.
If there’s someone’s story that you want to read about, let me know on Facebook or send me a message through my website at agwilde.com.
I promise I’ll try my best to see if it’s possible.
Catch you on FB or at the back of my next novel! Till then, happy reading!
♥
A.G.
Other books by A.G.
Captured by Aliens
Xul
Crex
Yce
Kyris
Kyro
Riv’s Sanctuary
Riv’s Sanctuary
Sohut’s Protection
The Restitution
Ajos
Acknowledgments
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Thank you!
I would not be able to do this without you and I am truly grateful.
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