Chapter 145
Epilogue
Daisy (because favorite couple)
“What do you think about adopting a child?” I ask my husband while trying to squeeze myself into a tight pair of jeans.
Xavier and I live in the magical realm now, but we are heading out on a date in the human world. Our life is close to perfect. I’m happy, but there is always a but.
I want another baby.
Since I’m an immortal being now, I don’t get any periods, and I know I can’t have one myself. But I’m not against adopting a homeless child from the magical realm’s newly opened orphanage.
“I’m not against it,” Xavier says as he strides inside the bathroom. His lips twitch when he sees me struggling to get inside of my jeans. “Tight?”
I shoot him a deadly glare. “You could have told me that I still gain weight after becoming immortal.”
He smirks. “What would be the fun in that? It’s been a pleasure seeing you enjoy food and drinks without a single care in the world. Besides, I kind of like this…”
He comes up
behind me and squeezes my butt.
I instant heat pools between my legs as I yelp and swat at his thick bicep. “Xavier!”
“What? Can’t I shower my wife with affection?” he teases, his hands moving up to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. A glint sparkles in his different–colored eyes. The red and green look very mischievous today. “And about the adoption… I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
I feel my heart flutter with excitement as I turn around to meet his gaze, my struggles with the jeans forgotten.
“Really?”
“Absolutely,” he tells me, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face with the utmost care. “I miss taking care of a child, and having one around would make the house livelier.”
A soft sigh of relief escapes my lips, and I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his t–shirt. “I was worried say no,” I confess.
He turns tense. “And why would I do that?”
you would
“I don’t know,” I admit and lift my chin with a shy smile, “I just didn’t think you would be open to adopting a magical child of another species.”
“Is that what you’re planning?”
“Yes,” I grin at him. “There’s a newly opened orphanage here in the magical realm. I was thinking we could pay them a visit as soon as we’re free.”
“Good idea,” he cups my face. “But how about we focus on that date first, hmm?”
I grin. “Of course.”
I find other clothes to wear–a blue dress that fits nicely with my newly attained tan. If I’m allowed to say so much, I look and feel good. My chest is brimming with confidence…until we are about to walk inside the restaurant, and I hear the women
outside talk about us.
One of them stops puffing on her cigarette to look me up and down with a wrinkled nose. “Oh my god, why is that dating such an older woman?”
“I have no idea,” her friend whispers. “She must be rich or something, or it would never work.”
young man
I falter in my steps, a stab of insecurity finding its way into my heart. Xavier’s hand tightens around mine, and he guides me
forward. “Ignore them,” he murmurs under his breath.
But it’s hard to ignore such hurtful words. I bite my lip, a frown tugging at the corners of my mo*th. I’ve grown proud of my aged body, which has given birth to my son, and for someone to reduce it to an aspect of age difference feels like a heavy punch to the gut.
“I don’t understand why humans have a problem with couples who don’t share the same age range,” I complain softly, keeping my voice low so that only Xavier can hear me.
Xavier smiles. “People often fear and belittle what they can’t understand,” he chuckles. “I’m also older than you, but they don’t
know that.”
“Mhm, because someone decided to stop aging as soon as he accepted his vampire self…”
A look of concern flashes over his face, and I think I even see a hint of vulnerability. “Does that bother you? Do you want me to change my appearance so I look older?” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“No,” I clutch the front of his shirt. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
He smiles at that and leans down to ki*s me in front of the group of gossiping women, silencing them abruptly. Satisfaction blooms in my chest, but Xavier’s lips are so warm and inviting that he soon becomes my sole focus.
I love this man so much.
When he pulls back, we are both out of breath. “Shall we head inside?” he asks. “Or do you want to keep making out like teenagers?”
“Let’s save the teenage antics for later,” I say, returning his grin. “I’m hungry.”
He chuckles and leads me inside.
We’re not seated for long before a waitress comes up to us. Her name tag says “Karen.” Her eyes are wide, and her breath hitches before she can even take our order.
I roll my eyes. ‘Is there anywhere we can go without the women falling in love with you?‘
Xavier smirks from his chair and responds through telepathy himself, ‘I’m not the only one being admired. There’s a group of men behind you that I wouldn’t mind draining of blood for ogling my wife so openly!’
I laugh, and the sound is high–pitched, almost nervous. The idea is absurd–Xavier would never harm a human without cause -but the possessiveness underlying his words sends a delightful shiver down my
spine.
It’s fascinating how, even after years together, he remains fiercely protective of me.
‘Oh, let them ogle,‘ I respond with a dismissive wave of my hand, ‘they can look all they want as long as they remember you’re the only one who gets to touch.‘
A wicked smile slowly spreads across Xavier’s lips at that, his mismatched eyes shimmering with amusement and adoration.
He leans in closer, our faces inches apart, as he murmurs, “You’re right. Let them look; they’ll only find themselves wanting what they can’t have.”
My confidence immediately surges and I flick my hair over my shoulder seductively.
Xavier growls. “Don’t do that; you’re making them look at you even harder.”
I laugh. “It’s you who I’m trying to seduce. Not them.”
“Oh,” his smile returns. “Then please continue.”
I laugh. “I’m planning on it.”
Throughout dinner, we barely notice the other guests. It’s always like this when we’re together–every moment an intimate encounter, every word important. Xavier always listens to me, and I always listen to him.
We are a happy couple, and I know that all of our days will be just as perfect as this one. We have a son, and he has a wife. I have friends that I adore. A pack that isn’t mine anymore, but it’s still filled with people I love. I’m no longer the weak Omega I
was but a confident lady excited for the future.
I think I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life with the man I love.