Chapter 60: Chapter Sixty

"Wait, what is this?" I said to Valerie, nudging her softly with a grin, looking between her and Sam.

"Well you know... One thing led to another." She responded with a wink, before taking my arm to lead me into the kitchen, out of earshot. "I mean holy shit!" She giggled, her brown eyes wide.

"No, no, no!" I said trying to walk away, knowing what was coming next. She was going to give me way more information than I ever wanted to know about her sex life. Knowing that the man was Sam, only made it worse. I liked the current amount I knew about Sam, and I did not want the extreme amount of detail she would tell me about him and his sexual tendencies.

"Why are you trying to run away?" She asked me with a mock pout, following me back into the foyer.

"How do I put this kindly?" I mumbled as we arrived back to where Sam and Damien waited for us to return, watching the party.

"She does not want the detailed information you will give, about your sex life. The role Sam plays in her life is too broad, and your details will inevitably change her outlook on him." Damien answered for me, handing me a can of pop. "Why don't the two of you go spend time with your friends?"

Valerie and I agreed, and went to the library where the group had migrated. As soon as I entered the room, I was met with what felt like a never ending barrage of questions. I wasn't surprised when everyone wanted to know about Damien, because he wasn't very open about himself to the public. Most of the information about him remained a mystery. Although it did hurt my feelings a bit that no one asked how I was, I brushed it off.

I tried to deflect as much as I could, only answering the questions that weren't important like; "How old is he? Are you guys really getting married?"

It was only a couple of hours that we spent in the library, catching up, but it felt like multiple lifetimes. Before I came to be with Damien, I loved the get together with my friends, but now I realized how much I'd matured in the few months since we've been apart.

I'd never been so happy to see the men enter the room as Sinclair and Sam walked in, carrying presents in both hands, setting them on the coffee table in front of me.

"Lucifer instructed us to save you, as he felt you were seconds from exploding." Sinclair chuckled lowly in my ear, before standing and walking back out.

"I know you can hear me Damien, you will have hell to pay for throwing me to the wolves." I mumbled under my breath, earning a smirk from Damien, who stood in the doorway watching.

"Open mine first, Bast!" Gina said, bouncing up and down on the couch, her face beaming with excitement.

"Okay, okay." I said, ripping off the gift wrap on the box. The gift was two adorable little newborn onesies, one blue and one pink. They both said 'My mommy is the Bastest.' in big cursive letters.

"Get it? It's like the bestest, but spelled like your name!" Gina exclaimed, erupting in giggles. "I didn't know if you would be having a boy or a girl, so I ordered one of both."

I turned to look at Damien, who was watching patiently with a grin, waiting for my reaction. "Did I forget to mention it's also your baby shower?" he asked me, his eyes widening in fake shock, his dimples showing as he was unable to hide his amusement.

I shook my head, unable to find the words as I ran to him, hugging him tightly. "You are something else." I mumbled into his chest, before tilting my head back to look into his beautifully bright blue eyes.

He smiled warmly, leaning down to give me a quick kiss, before leading me back to the couches. "Open your presents, kitten."

"If it's a baby shower, shouldn't we both be opening them?" I asked him, pulling him to sit down on the couch next to me.

"They aren't all baby shower gifts, Bast. Some are birthday presents." He responded and started to stand, but I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back down.

"Oh no, you're doing this!" I giggled, handing him a present. He tried to argue, but acquiesced and opened the present anyways. This one was a personalized pacifier, gold and silver, with 'Bast and Damien' engraved around the center of it. The card on the box said 'From Alastair'

"Thank you, brother." Damien said, nodding thankfully to Sam, who was standing off to the side, watching with an amused expression.

Damien and I slowly worked through the gifts, which seemed to be never ending, until we were finally done. Although I felt bad for wanting the day to end, I found myself excited when I thought the party was over. Much to my chagrin, I was wrong. Once we'd finished going through the presents, Valerie and Sam came in, carrying two cakes. One was a 'Happy Eighteenth Birthday,' and the other was a 'Congratulations' baby shower cake.

Damien must have noticed how tired I was getting of the day, and announced that the party was over. He ignored the groans of protest, shooing the girls out of the house.

"Oh, thank god." I breathed once the party goers had left, making me feel like I could finally breathe. "Thank you so much for doing all of this for me!" I exclaimed, nuzzling against Damien. "I don't know why I feel so exhausted though, I used to love parties."

"It looks as if you have indeed become a... How did you say it Valerie? A home person?" Sinclair said with a slight shrug.

Valerie chuckled, shaking her head. "It's a homebody. Bast turned into a homebody, not being able to leave this house in so long."

"How is that different from what I said?" Sinclair asked her, clearly not understanding the difference in the two. He and Valerie then entered a heated debate about the difference in the two, and why one was correct, while the other wasn't.

I leaned back to look at Damien, shaking my head with a snort. "Sometimes I forget he's a recreant, let alone how old he is."

"I concur." Damien responded with a slight chuckle, watching the two as they argued.

"You're wrong, end of discussion." Valerie said, holding up her hand in Sinclair's face to silence him. This only confused Sinclair further, causing yet another unnecessary debate. "It means talk to the hand." Valerie exclaimed in shock, unable to comprehend how he didn't know this.

"Why would I speak to your hand? It cannot speak back." Sinclair retorted, his brows furrowed in confusion.

I sighed and stood, holding my hand out to Damien. "Let's go see the witch." I said with a grin.

Damien took my hand and stood, walking with me out of the house. About halfway to the guest house, Damien stopped and looked down at me, rubbing my back. "Do you want me to carry you the rest of the way?"

I shook my head and squeezed his hand softly, before continuing. "So what do you want? A boy or a girl?"

He thought about this for a moment before responding carefully. "I cannot choose. I think I'd quite like twins. A boy and a girl."

I laughed aloud at this, shaking my head. "Of course you do. I should be surprised by this, but I'm not." I said as we finally arrived at the guest house, where Divinity opened the door before Damien could knock.

"Happy birthday, Bastet." She said with a bright smile, pulling me into a hug. "I have everything ready. I didn't mix it yet, as it is the most potent when fresh. It will only take a moment."

"Okay." I said, following her into the cottage. Damien and I sat down in the kitchen, watching Divinity as she grabbed dozens of ingredients and put them in a blender. "Divinity, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask away." She said absentmindedly, running her finger down a big book, mouthing the ingredients as she gathered them.

"Sinclair said the last time he saw you was over 150 years ago. Are you immortal?"

"Not immortal, no. But I have been alive longer than the average human. Not unlike a vampire, in fact. Nevertheless, I can die, the same as you." She responded as she turned to face Damien. "When do you plan on drinking this?"

"Bast and I agreed that we should do it tomorrow."

"I suggest you drink this immediately after I mix it." She said, then gasped as if she'd just remembered something, jumping up to grab a vial out of the fridge. "Bastet, I made this for you. It's a mixture of two potions. An aphrodisiac and a fertility potion." She said, handing me the vial filled with a light pink liquid.

Before I could speak, Damien took the vial to inspect it, crinkling his brow as he tilted the vial back and forth. "Will it hurt her?"

"No, it exponentially increases her chance of getting pregnant. Seeing as how without it, your chances are about sixty percent, I decided it would be best to leave you with a less than one percent chance of not conceiving." She explained, taking the vial from Damien, to hand it back to me. "I know you'd never let her take something that would hurt her. Rest assured."

"Do you still want to wait?" He asked me softly, looking at the vial, then at me.

I thought about this for a moment, before shaking my head. "Why wait? I know how excited you are for this." I responded with a smile, squeezing his hand.

Divinity nodded and motioned to the vial "Drink up. But you should not be in the room while he drinks his."

I stopped short of putting the vial to my lips, my eyes widening in worry, "Why not?"

"It will not be something you'll enjoy watching, Bastet."

"I agree, my love. You shouldn't see what's going to happen." Damien agreed, kissing my forehead.

"I can't just hide out while he goes through that!" I exclaimed, shaking my head. "I have to be there for you." I said this to Damien, feeling my heart beat rapidly increasing. He wanted me to just sit around and wait while he basically died, and came back to life? I couldn't do that, I couldn't even consider it.

"Okay, kitten. Calm down." He mumbled softly, pulling me into a light hug, kissing the top of my head. "I won't tell you not to. It was for your own peace of mind."

"I have to be here for you, no matter how much it hurts me to see it, I know it's going to hurt you even more to live through it."

Damien nodded and put the vial to my lips, tipping it back slowly. "I love you."

"I love you more."