Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 276: Find A Pastor.

Chapter 276: Find A Pastor.

Liliana looked like she had more to say. Her lips parted and her eyes shadowed with concern, but the words never came. Something about the peace in Olivia’s face, or maybe the gentleness in Damon’s eyes, stopped her. She hesitated for a moment longer, then gave a small nod and turned toward the door.

"I will start writing the list," she murmured in a low voice. "You two should rest."

And with that, she slipped out, the door closing softly behind her.

The silence that followed was warm as Olivia smiled at him. Damon took a step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of Olivia. His hand reached out, brushing her hair back from her cheek with the lightest touch.

She looked up at him, a little surprised by the tenderness in his eyes.

"Did Liliana’s words disturb you?" he asked gently.

Olivia hesitated as she lowered her head and her hand unconsciously resting on her belly. For a moment, her fingers stayed still there, thoughtful and already protective of what was not even there.

The idea hadn’t crossed her mind before. Her life had been consumed with blood and vengeance, fear and survival, secrets and risks.

But a child with Damon?

She imagined tiny feet pattering on old wooden floors. Laughter echoing in the morning sun as she sat in the garden. A little hand curling around her finger. A pair of grey eyes looking up at her with her smile and his eyes.

A soft smile touched her lips. "It didn’t disturb me," she whispered. "It just surprised me."

Damon tilted his head slightly, curious.

"I never let myself think about it before," she admitted. "But now the thought of having a child with you is beautiful, Damon. It doesn’t scare me. It feels" She laughed faintly, brushing her fingers along her belly again, "perfect. Like I would have my own family."

Damon stepped forward and pulled her gently into his arms. She melted against him, resting her head against his chest.

"I want to grow old with you," he murmured into her hair, his arms tightening around her waist. "I want to have a home that is never touched by fire or fear. I want a dozen children if you will let me witch or not. I want all of it with you."

Olivia’s eyes stung, not from sadness, but from the pain they have gone through together. She never had the courage to ask him how he felt about her because he always made her feel secure. But she knew accepting a witch as a wife would not be easy. The royal could even question him as the duke.

"It could be dangerous." she admitted but he only looked at her with passion inhibited.

"And have I ever cared about it?" he had not! She nodded against him, her voice soft but sure. "I want it too. But first, I want to marry you."

Damon chuckled, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "Then let’s marry now."

Olivia blinked, then laughed. "Now?"

"Right now," he said, more serious than she expected. His hands found hers, his fingers curling around hers. "No more waiting. No more what-ifs. Just us. Or do you want a big fancy wedding? For that, I need to contact the estate first. It has been months since we left and I do not know what is going on there anymore. Olivia, I think.."

"No! I do not need a fancy wedding, Damon. Only you is enough" She stared at him, her heart thudding fast as she confessed her love to him. "I don’t have a dress though." she teased.

"You could wear rags and I would still think you are the most divine thing on this earth." Her breath caught in her throat. He pulled her closer, his hand slipping to the back of her neck, his forehead resting against hers.

"I love you, Olivia," he said.

She smiled and whispered, "Then kiss me like you mean it." That was all He did.

It wasn’t a rushed kiss, or desperate. It was slow, deliberate, and deep like he was carving her into memory, committing every shape and scent and softness of her to the deepest corner of his soul. His lips brushed hers once, gently, then again, firmer, and then his mouth opened against hers with a hunger that didn’t consume, but claimed. His hand cupped her cheek, the other settling at her waist, drawing her in. Her fingers tangled into his shirt, pulling him closer as her body pressed flush to his.

His tongue traced hers in a dance that was both tender and intoxicating. She responded in kind, giving as much as she received, letting herself fall without fear. She wasn’t the blood witch right now. She wasn’t a savior or a rebel. She was just Olivia and she belonged to him completely.

When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips tingling, her heart racing.

He didn’t speak for a second, just looked at her, as if memorizing the way she looked right now with her eyes dazed, lips swollen, and a trembling smile.

"Let’s marry, Olivia," he whispered again. "With just our vows and the stars as our witnesses."

Olivia touched his cheek. "Yes," she said simply, her voice full of quiet joy.

"Yes?" he asked, barely believing.

"Yes," she repeated with her eyes shining.

He laughed then and lifted her off the ground and spun her once in his arms before setting her down carefully.

The fire crackled beside them, casting soft golden light across their faces.

"I don’t know how the world will look tomorrow," Olivia murmured as she touched his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath. "But tonight, I just want to be yours."

"You already are," Damon said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "And I will never let you go." he held her tightly and though he wanted more, he would not waste this moment.

"Let’s see if the church is still open or if we can find a pastor."