“Extortionists!” the Oracle hollered after them. “You’re lucky I like your son so much! And you’re having a girl by the way!”
Amos shut the door on him and turned to Lucy. Tears had filled her eyes.
“A girl,” she whispered holding her hands out to him.
“A girl,” he whispered back, his voice filled with wonder. “I hope she has your eyes.”
“I hope she has your heart,” Lucy said. Then thinking more, “And your poisonous tail spike. That would really come in handy with any over-frisky boyfriends.”
Laughing, they fell to the mattress together. Kissing, and rolling, and becoming one.
THE END