Page 122 of Wedded Witch
I freeze, the words sinking in slowly, as if my brain can’t quite process them at first. “Wait… what?”
“You heard me, sweetie! I’m pregnant!” she announces, the happiness in her voice contagious, even as my mind struggles to catch up.
There’s a moment of silence around the table. I glance at the others, seeing the mix of surprise and amusement on their faces. Sol’s grinning, Kel’s laughing softly, and even Ri has raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“I… I’m going to be a big sister?” I echo, my voice faint.
“Yes!” she exclaims. “Isn’t it wonderful? If we hadn’t felt the curse break, this was all the confirmation we needed. In fact, we’re all fertile!”
“W-what?”
“All of the Galdurs are pregnant! Even your grandmother! It’s a miracle! It’s everything! A new beginning, for all of us.”
I can’t help it. I laugh—a bright, disbelieving laugh that fills the room. “Mum, you really know how to drop a bomb, don’t you?”
She laughs on the other end, and it’s the sound of someone who’s finally free, who’s finally allowed to dream again. “You have no idea, sweetie. But I wanted you to know—you deserve some good news after everything you’ve been through.”
“Yeah,” I say, smiling even though she can’t see it. “I think we all do.”
We talk for a few more minutes, her excitement infectious, and when I finally hang up, the room is buzzing with a new kind of energy. I look around at the men, atmymen, and the weight of the moment settles over me like a warm, comforting blanket.
We did it. The curse really is broken. And life—our life—can finally begin.
“I love you all. So much,” I tell them with tears in my eyes. Their answering smiles are all I need. They love me too.
Later that night,as the stars twinkle above and the moon casts a soft glow over the garden, I find myself sitting outside with Mavis, two midnight margaritas in hand.
The cool night air is refreshing, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the laughter echoing inside the house. We’ve claimed this moment as ours, a small escape from the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us.
Mavis raises her glass, her eyes dancing with mischief. “To broken curses and new beginnings,” she toasts, her voice low and teasing.
“To new beginnings,” I echo, clinking my glass against hers, feeling a warmth in my heart. Mavis has always been a part of this journey, an integral thread woven through our lives.
She’s the tribe I never had, the friend who stood by me through the darkest of times.
“Now that the curse is lifted, you’ve got to start thinking about settling down, you know,” she says, her eyes narrowing playfully.
I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my drink. “Mavis, can’t we just enjoy being us for a little while longer?”
She laughs, a bright sound that echoes in the quiet night. “You know I’m just teasing. But really, have you thought about it? Kids, a family—it's a lot of fun. The one type of fun I wish I’d had.” She sighs wistfully before perking up.
“Mind you, I had my hands full with those three hooligans growing up, so it’s probably best we didn’t throw my own fleshand blood into the mix. A mini-me running around in platforms and leopard print would have just been horrifying!”
I laugh, then consider her words.
For a moment I watch the stars twinkle overhead, a million thoughts racing through my mind.
“Honestly? I never let myself consider it before. The curse loomed over us like a storm cloud, and I thought?—”
“You thought you wouldn’t have a chance,” she finishes for me, her tone softening. “But now, you do. You have all the time in the world.”
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of her words settle over me. “It’s a possibility, I suppose. But right now, I just want to enjoy this—enjoy us.” I gesture to the house, where the laughter of my mates fills the air, weaving through the warm summer night.
Mavis leans back, her smile genuine. “That’s all anyone could ever ask for, Swyn. Just be happy.”
And I am happy. For the first time in my life, I feel truly free. The weight of expectations, of curses, has vanished, and what remains is love—a love shared among four incredible men who have fought for me, who have chosen me time and time again.
As the night stretches on, I sip my drink and gaze at the stars, dreaming of the future, of possibilities yet to come. But for now, I’m content. I’m home. I’m loved.