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“What makes you think it won’t be a ballerina?” Otsana asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“One of each,” I grinned. “And if they are a boy and a girl, it can be either way around.”

We turned our attention to the sandy beach and watched as Cillian and Zarina made their way toward us with their son in Cillian’s arms.

The change in the pair since meeting each other had been nothing short of miraculous. They were both much less prone to run wild. While Otsana and I had elected to wait almost a year before marrying, the impulsive pair had tied the knot after only six months.

Six weeks earlier, Zarina had given birth to their son who they had named Velatin Cillian Groves after Zarina’s father and of course, Cillian. Assured all was well, they’d accepted our offer to holiday in Hawaii.

Zarina dropped onto the grass beside Otsana, and after handing their son into my wife’s outstretched arms, Cillian sat beside his wife, pulling her close and kissing her cheek.

I watched Otsana fawning over our soon to be godson who seemed intent on understanding everything she was saying.

The baby was cute as a button having inherited his dark hair from his father, and ice blue eyes from his mother. A blood test a week after his birth revealed he had inherited the wolf gene.

Watching my wife, my heart swelled with love. My she-wolf bride was going to be an extraordinary mother to our children. Of that I had no doubt. And once again, I thanked the powers that be for the alignment of the stars that had brought us together.