“We are pregnant.” She laughed, running her fingers through my hair. “You were a contributor too, you know! I wonder what it will be … a boy or a girl?”
“It’s bound to be one of them,” I teased her.
She laughed harder. “If it’s a boy we can name him Vance Mangum, Junior. You think the world can handle two of you?”
“If it’s a boy we should name him Sean, after your dad.”
Her eyes misted over, and I dropped her back to her feet.
“I would really like that.”
“Then consider it done.” I leaned in and kissed her sweet mouth, the emotions running heavily through my body. I pulled her closer to me, wrapping my arms tightly around her frame as I desperately tried to convey my inner feelings, wishing I could still share that part of me with her.
I was so in love with this girl it overwhelmed me. She was the light in my life, the beacon always shining brightly in the darkness. I would do anything in my power to keep her happy because I adored her, worshipped her—couldn’t live without her.
“Portia, Portia, my sweet, beautiful, wonderful, pregnant, Portia,”
I thought, and the words kept reverberating in my mind.
She gasped and pulled away from me, staring widely into my eyes.
“What is it?” I asked with concern.
“I can hear you,” she whispered.
Lacey Weatherford resides in the beautiful White Mountains of Arizona, where she lives with her family. When she’s not out supporting her children at multiple sporting/music events, she continues to love writing, reading, reviewing, and blogging. To learn more about this series, or to contact Lacey, you can visit the official websites at
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The Of Witches and Warlocks series
The Trouble With Spells
The Demon Kiss
Blood Of The White Witch
The Dark Rising
Possession of Souls