Page 37 of Gaming with the Gargoyle in Hallow's Cove

Oh!

Gabe looks panicked when he looks down at me, and the room breaks loose into absolute mayhem. “We’re going to have a baby!” he whispers.

“I think we are!”

Either twenty years or hours later, I’ve endured a long labor and C-section and now I’m holding my little guy in my arms.

Gryphon’s a lighter grey than his daddy, but there is no mistaking he’s a gargoyle. Stubby little horns jut out of the top of a head that’s dusted with dark black hair, his fragile wings are tucked in tight to his swaddle, and his tail has snug out to wrap itself around my arm.

“He’s perfect,” I whisper.

“You’re perfect.” Gabe answers. “But he is, too.”

He kisses both of our foreheads before sitting back down on the edge of my hospital bed. “Sorry my proposal didn’t quite end the way I planned.”

“Yeah, someone else stole the show from his daddy, I guess.”

“True, but you still stole my heart, little thief.”

“And I’m never giving it back.”