(TYLER)
I'm seated beside Wesley at the dinner table. Lucia is seated across from us, her hair curled into a loose bun. We just had herb crusted salmon with roasted vegetables, a meal that I very much enjoyed. We have pushed our empty plates aside in favour of teaming cups of chamomile tea.
I notice how Wesley's hand drifts to his slightly rounded belly for the third time this evening. A little smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I can't help but be happy for him. The knowing smile on Lucia's face tells me that she noticed the gesture too. She had watched me go through this journey and was there with me every step of the way, and here is Jericho's omega again, carrying the next generation of the Adonis family.