SIMON

                                    

                                          
THREE YEARS LATER
"The baby's crying again," Baz mumbles nudging his nose against my neck. 
"Can't we just leave her?" I mutter. 
"I wouldn't."
I sigh and get up, disentangling my wings and tail from the sheets. It's strange, having someone to look after that isn't Baz. But I wouldn't trade Gracie for the world. I walk through the dark hall, looking at the pictures that we've hung on the walls. There's a photo of Penny, Micah, Alexa, Jason, Baz, and me at Baz and my wedding. Next to it is a picture that Penny took of me and Baz one day while we were walking. (I didn't know she was taking it, and I was laughing my head off as she took it, so all you can see of me is my hair. Baz is actually smiling, and I've got my head buried in his shoulder.)
I continue down the moonlight hall to the adjacent room and see two tear stained brown eyes peeking up at me. 
I scoop up Grace and try to rock her back to sleep, kissing the top of her head as I do. She cries again, but now she's quieter. She snuggles into my shoulder, and soon she's asleep, eyelashes brushing her freckled cheeks as her eyes flutter into dreamland. 
Very carefully, I walk over to her crib and slide her gently off of my shoulder. Grace curls her hands around a small, fluffy blue blanket Baz bought her. 
I slip out of her room and walk back to mine, stretching my wings out behind me as I do. I keep falling asleep on them (still). I stop in front of the window in the hall, taking time to peek out at the view. I miss our old flat, but this one's closer to Penny and Micah, and it has better views. 
I tiptoe in to our room and fall back into bed. 
Baz rolls over to wrap his arms around my neck. "She asleep?" he whispers in my ear. 
I nod. 
"Hey, Snow?" He still calls me that. 
"Mm?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Baz."
He's quiet, so I wrap my arms around his waist and try to sleep. 
"Simon?"
I grunt. 
"How are we going to explain to Grace all the crazy stuff that's happened to us over the years? I mean, she's definitely going to hear out names mentioned in Magickal History once she gets to Watford." Pros of adopting from a magical family, I think, our kid gets to go to Watford. 
I laugh quietly. "Well, we'll have to start from the way beginning."
"All the way back at first year?"
"Yep."
He smiles and kisses my forehead. "Let's hope we remember it all."