Gyft (Rescued by the Alien)

Epilogue

THREE YEARS LATER

“SHE’S SO cute,” Brisa coos.

Both she and her brother visit our home regularly. Both of our houses, actually, the one in H’liyio and the castle where Gyft still works. He won’t retire until the twin souls go through training so he can be there for them. In fact, when their training starts, both she and Kyno will spend the equivalent of their school year at the castle, where we will be. Right before each cold season, we’ll take them home on our way to our cottage.

One day they’ll be in the royal guard just like Minniel and Gyft.

“I love all that ruby hair,” she says, twirling a lock of Gyselle’s hair around her finger.

My two-year-old got my red locks. And it is hair as opposed to freelig.

“She is cute,” I agree. “And she knows it.” I press my lips to my toddler’s stomach. Gyselle giggles, revealing tiny fangs. Although I never got them or superhero strength from my brief stint through the deadlands, she inherited her daddy’s. She has my husband’s skin color because yes, I made him go through an actual wedding ceremony and now we’re once again married. It was quite the event, performed by the king himself right out in the castle courtyard. Minniel was his best man, and Yvette was my maid of honor.

Sneaky girl has repeatedly told Minniel she doesn’t want a wedding. She feels like living her naughty side and doesn’t want to be married. Minniel just smiles because he knows she’s his mate no matter what human ceremony is performed.

“My mom says the addition to the house is ready, so we can have your human tradition of Thanksgiving this year.” Her parents were adding on another suite for the royal guard for Minniel and Yvette.

Yvette is expecting their first child. Though, she just got pregnant, so it’ll be a while.

“She found a bird that resembles a turkey?” I ask Brisa.

The barely-teen wrinkles her nose. “Yes, it tastes just like human chicken.”

The child knows how to manipulate me, considering she’s never tasted chicken but knows everything should taste like it. I can’t help the smile that curves my lips. I guess that’s close enough.

“I can’t wait for your Alien Thanksgiving, then,” I say, and Brisa giggles at our new holiday.

Her skin color started to change soon after our ordeal with the deadlands, taking on the stronger metallic hue that Gyft has, instead of the pale, blue-green tinge she originally had. She’s also developed scales, just like her brother. In fact, both she and Kyno are excited to begin their training and become part of the Royal Guard.

It works out wonderfully that we live here in the castle to watch over them.

“We’re back,” Kyno announces, bursting into the front door just before Gyft. He sees Gysee and his eyes light up as he heads to his twin soul who bounces my child on her lap.

Gyselle giggles when Kyno buries his face in her belly, blowing raspberries. “You smell good, baby Gysee. Did you have a bath? I love you so much.”

Gyselle giggles, her fat fist curled tight around a lock of his freelig. She doesn’t reach for anyone’s but Kyno’s, probably because he lets her have her way .

My husband pulls me up from the sofa and locks me to him. He lowers his forehead to press against mine and closes his eyes, savoring the moment. Then he kisses me.

When he pulls away, he runs his nose down the side of my neck, right near my fang marks. “You smell good too, Bride. I love you so much.”