I dipped my chip into guacamole and took a bite.

Josephine stood up abruptly. “I need to use the restroom.” She walked toward the hallway and ran once she rounded the corner. Standing up, I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom.

She was hunched over the toilet, throwing up. I stalled in the doorway, staring at her small body rolling from sickness.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She looked back over her shoulder and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yeah. I think the chicken is undercooked.”

I shifted nervously in the doorway. “Are you sure?”

Her blue gaze lifted toward mine. “What do you mean?”

“Are you sure it’s the chicken?”

Her bottom lip trembled, and a bucket of tears fell down her face. She curled into a ball and rested her cheek against her knees.

I walked over and bent down in front of her, trying to understand the feelings tumbling out of her. “Baby,” I whispered. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out.

“You’re sure?”

“I took a test two weeks ago.”

I sat back against my feet in confusion. “Why are you so sad about that? I thought you wanted children.”

She looked up and wiped her eyes. “I do, but I don’t think I’ll make a good mother, Kellan. Look who raised me. Look what I am. I want my child to have a normal life. One that doesn’t revolve around me controlling powers I don’t want and the possibility of him or her having the same thing.”

Pulling her toward me, I wrapped my arms around her and held her to my chest. “You’re going to be an excellent mother because, despite your mother’s true nature, you had a caring household. Your father loves you. I love you. You’re amazing. You’re organized. Kind. Everything a mother needs to be.”

Tears began to gather in the corners of my eyes. “Once you hold that little baby in your hands, you’ll regret these feelings. They’re normal, but you’ll realize nothing else matters but that baby.”

Josephine opened her eyes as more tears pooled down her face. “Are you happy?”

I chuckled and wiped away her tears. “I can’t tell you how happy I am. I’m … I’m going to be a dad again, and this time, nothing is going to stand in my way of keeping my family safe and happy.”

Josephine sniffled. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “Let’s get up off the bathroom floor. If you can, let’s finish eating. You need to eat.”

She gave me a look. “I’ve been vomiting in secret all week. I’m not that hungry.”

I helped her up, my gaze lowering to her belly and then to her face. “You have to feed him.”

“Him?”

“Just a hunch.”

She grinned. “Well, he hasn’t liked anything I put into my body besides cheese fries this week.”

“Let’s get cheese fries,” I suggested.

She walked toward the dining table full of Mexican food. “And let all of this go to waste?”

I snorted. “I’ll eat it. You know I will.”

She thought about it. “Okay.”

I followed her toward the door to grab my keys and pressed her gently against the wall. “I love you,” I whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Never forget that. No matter what.”

She lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed my nose. “How could I forget how my anti-hero turned into the best thing that ever happened to me?” She braced her palm against her stomach. “Let’s name him Hero.”

“Uck, no,” I said, opening the door. “How about Jacob?”

She tossed her head back and laughed. “Over my dead body.”

The End …

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