“Every day with you is better than the last,” I whispered, brushing her hair out of her sweaty face. “I love you, my star. Thank you for enabling me to breathe again.”
She tapped her chest. “You’re my oxygen. Loving you is that easy.” Her fingers brushed over the tattoo I’d gotten the night I patched into the Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, NV chapter. The star with her name next to my heart. “You never gave up on me even when you thought I was dead.”
“Nope. Never.”
“That’s how I know we’re the real deal, Shadow. Our love is forever.”
“It is,” I agreed before bending down to give her a soft kiss.
We held onto one another as I walked into our living room, staring at the fully decorated tree as it twinkled in the emerging light of dawn. I flopped down onto the couch and wrapped a blanket around us, staring at the tree as Stefanie settled over my chest, asleep within seconds.
“Thank you,” I whispered, knowing Lucifer was never far and probably checked in more often than I wanted. “You were right. The shadows, the whispers, the roars, my Reaper—it was my fate, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Merry Christmas, you devilish bastard.”
In the whispers and shadows, I heard a chuckle.
Merry festivities, Wyatt, born of shadows.