She turned toward him and looked up into his eyes. “You said once that you hoped you could have kids one day, after all the mess with the warlocks was cleaned up.”

“Yes,” he said slowly, his expression one of dawning—stunned—realization. “I want them one day.”

“That’s a good answer.” She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “How about in two hundred and seventy-nine days, give or take?”

“What are you talking about, Sarafina?” From the tone of his voice, he knew, but it hadn’t really hit him yet.

Butterflies flapped in her stomach at his reaction.

Theo stared down at her, his face going blank and then white. A second later he smiled and shouted, lifting her up and swinging her around. He set her to her feet and kissed her. “Finally, some good news.”

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am you think so.”

He spread his hand on her stomach. “Sarafina, you’ve already given me love, hope, and joy. Now you’re giving me even more. Of course I’m happy about this.” He dragged her up against his chest and kissed her again. “I love you,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Hey, what’s going on?” asked Adam near them. Claire gazed at them curiously.

Theo answered before she could even get a word out. “I’m going to be a dad.”

Adam smiled. “That’s just about the best news I’ve heard all day. One day Claire and I plan to have kids, too. Only we’re leaning toward adoption instead. There are little elemental witches out there caught in the non-magickal foster care system. We’re going to—”

Sarafina pulled from Theo and launched herself into Adam’s arms. “Kids like I was,” she whispered huskily, once again on the edge of tears.

Adam laughed. “Yes.”

She detached herself from Adam and gave Claire a hug, too. “That is just so, so . . . awesome,” she finished lamely, at a loss for any words to express her emotion. She looked at Theo. “Maybe we can do that, too.”

Theo blanched again, then chuckled. “Yeah, maybe. Uh, let’s handle the one on the way first.”

“I think Theo is still in shock,” said Claire with a grin.

“Speaking of kids, have you heard Thomas and Isabelle’s news yet?” asked Adam.

“No,” answered Claire with a smile. “You’re kidding, right? Are they pregnant, too?”

“No, not yet. But Micah’s been messing with some earth magick. Found a spell that might help with witchy infertility problems. Something might come out of it.” Adam shrugged.

“Wow,” Sarafina replied. “Micah is a genius.”

Adam nodded. “He is. He using some of the daaeman spells he got from a book given to him by the Syari when he came over to Eudae with me and Claire.” He paused, glancing at Micah across the room. “The loss of his magick is just brutal.”