“Travelling with three sexy gods I’m deeply in love with? Yes, sign me up!” I say, jumping on the spot. They all laugh, and I join them.
“Do you want to unlock the front door to our home?” Seth asks, holding up a shiny front door key. I grab the key and run around him to the front door. I smile as I rest my hand on the old wood door when I notice a name written on my palm in gold for good luck. I can’t help but smile, knowing this is a gift from the gods, and in some way, I hope it was sent by my mother. The name is not someone I always believed deserved good karma, and sure as hell did she have a long way to go to prove herself. But now, I’m certain. This girl deserves it, and it comes in the shape of three gods and a goblin.
The name is...Karma Kismet.
71
Bonus Epilogue
“I’m pregnant,” I say to myself in the mirror. It should have been obvious after throwing up all morning but until that blue cross appeared on the stick, I couldn’t believe it. “I’m fecking pregnant.”
My hands go to my stomach and I smile for a second. This baby might not have been planned but he or she is ever so wanted. Storm has been dropping baby hints for a few months, or mentioning how he wants a big family. Coming from a big family myself, I’ve always wanted the same. Killian and Seth might be more shocked…but they are amazing with Mads children and Ruby.
Now how do I tell them? Part of me wants to just run down the stairs, find my phone and ask them to get back here asap but I know I can’t. There is a meeting with some new half born gods that have appeared and caused a little bit of chaos over in New York.
I can tell my men tomorrow. But my bestie? No, I have to tell her now. I head out of the bathroom and down the stairs, and make myself a portal with one of my new charms. I step out into my mums house, remembering that Mum is helping Mads train with some of her powers on Sundays. Mads and Mum pause in the middle of the room as my portal disappears behind me.
“Unexpected pleasure, sweetheart,” Mum says, rushing to me and giving me a hug. She pauses when she looks into my eyes and frowns. “What’s wrong?’
“Nothing is wrong,” I quickly say and Mads narrows her eyes on me.
“That’s your weird face. The face you do when something is wrong,” Mads points out.
I sigh. “I’m pregnant.”
They both go silent and look to each other, right before they break out in squeals and pull me into a tight hug. I laugh at their joy.
“This is best news,” mum says.
“I’m going to be an auntie!” Mads says excitedly. “How did the guys take the news?”
“I haven’t told them yet. I don’t want to interrupt today and I’m going to surprise them tonight,” I say, moving back. “Do…you think I’m going to be a good mum?”
“Oh honey,” Mum says, placing her hands on my shoulders. “You’re already a good mum because I can see you love your baby already. You only need love, nothing else to raise a child. Love will help you do anything you need.”
“And you guys will help, right?” I ask.
“Always,” Mads tells me, resting her head on my shoulder. We fit into a group hug that only gets interrupted when a goat pushes through us and sniffs my stomach.
“Power,” he says before trotting off.
“Wait, what do you mean?” I ask, chasing after the goat through the living room. The fucker doesn’t stop until he is in his hut, eating his hay with his ass stuck in the air.
“Your baby is powerful,” he finally tells me.
I rest my hands on my stomach and look up at the bright skies above. I would expect nothing else from a child of a karma goddess.
We are powerful and lucky, after all.
Epilogue
“Ruby! Come on! We are going to be late!” I shout up the stairs. As I attempt to lean down and pick up a bag off the stairs, large hands pick me up and gently place me down.
“My heavily pregnant woman should not be carrying bags,” Storm grumbles, and I scrunch my face up. He laughs, kissing my forehead before picking up the bag and heading outside to the open portal.
“Sorry, sorry. I was on the phone to Myles,” Ruby says, rushing down the stairs in a hurry, her long red hair bouncing around her shoulders in curls that match her cute red dress I bought her last year but have never seen her wear before. “Where are the guys?”
“Killian and Seth left ten minutes ago, and Storm just went. We are late,” I tell her, hooking her arm through mine. “And I don’t think I’m going to mention to them you were chatting with your boyfriend and that’s the reason why we are late.”
“I also FaceTimed mum,” she steers away from the topic of Myles, and I don’t feckin’ blame her. The poor boy nearly died from sheer fear when Storm met him and suggested they hang out and throw axes together. It only got worse when Killian and Seth brought drinks to their boys night. Drunk gods and axe throwing are not a good combo. “She is sorry she couldn’t be here tonight, but the store is so busy.”
“I get it,” I tell her. Emerald runs a very successful chain of magical stores that sell all kinds of things, and it keeps her really busy. Ruby spends most Christmases with us now and with her mum on the days after, when the stores are closed. We both step through the portal outside our house and into the garden where Kit is staring down Michael. The two of them enjoy their staring contests, and I’m not judging whatever weird shit they are into with each other.
“Auntie Karma! Auntie Ruby!” my oldest nephew shouts from the back door. I look up at Hugo, his red curly hair falling onto his forehead, and it’s the same colour as his dad’s, Peyton. His eyes are all Mads though, bright and very blue. My other nephew, a year younger than his brother, Tierney, runs to his side. His hair is much shorter and very blond, the colour Mads’s hair used to be before she was changed into a god. Tierney waves at me. His eyes are the same green as mine, and he is secretly my favourite because of that little fact.
But I love Hugo too, for so many other reasons.
Ruby rushes across the garden, and I stroke Michael on his head as I pass him by and walk through the backdoor. I follow the sound of chatter and laughter into the kitchen where mum, Ruby and Vivian are gushing around the tiny baby in Mads’s arms.
“How is my beautiful niece, miss Henrietta?” I ask as I walk into the room. Mads turns to me, grinning as I step closer and lean over her shoulder to see my four-week-old niece.
“Perfect. Just perfect,” Mads sighs. “Wanna hold her for me? I’m dying for the loo.”
“Yes!” I say, holding out my hands and wiggling my fingers. Mads hands me her tiny baby, and I cuddle her to my chest.
“It won’t be long now,” mum says, placing her hand on my big bump. “Are you still not going to tell me if my grandbaby is a girl or a boy?”
