“You better shape up.” Ria x Seth
Seth had been busy attempting to find just the right horrifying etching to carve into the woodwork of the old house when Ria had popped up next to him. He would have grumbled at her to mind her own beeswax for a few minutes, but she looked so damn cute. Her fingers had interlaced with his, bringing them slowly to her belly.
“You better shape up.”
Eyebrows scrunching together, Seth looked from her stomach up to her eyes. “What the hell…” His voice trailed off slowly as he sensed something. Something that shouldn’t have been there. A third something. A little something that was too tiny, too fragile.
Eyes growing wider, the warlock backed away for a second, his hand still pressed against her stomach. The etching forgotten as he faced the horrifying, yet exhilarating, prospect of becoming a father after death.
“This house is something else, Babs.”