Hooked [Complete]

Epilogue

Sean appeared, in a pair of headphones, holding a guitar, looking extremely disoriented. The confusion cleared as he focused on the Goddess who had summoned him. He snatched off the headset, threw down the guitar and took two great strides, kneeling and kissing her hands as apparently was his new custom of respect and appropriate contact.

Over his bowed head, Cerridwen and Cernunnos exchanged surprise at his godly bearing. He didn't radiate power like they did; he felt like gravity to them. A profoundly intense god who drew others to him like a black hole. Not at all what Cerridwen had been expecting of his divinity. Not at all like the warm spirit of Angus Og. But then, still kissing her hands, Sean looked up at her and grinned, and his forceful grip on the air around them relaxed.

"There you are, Lord Cutie!" she exclaimed. "I swear, you were so grim, I almost didn't recognize you!"

He rose, gesturing to the guitar. "Sorry, I was messing around with a sad song. Thank the Universe, you are here, Cerridwen!" He bowed curtly to Cernunnos. "You too, of course! But right this moment, I am really in need of the world's most powerful witch."

"What's amiss?"

Sean grinned, looking a little sheepish. "I'm afraid I knocked up my goddess right out the gate of divinity, and it's like Cernunnos said...growing a godling is tough."

The gods laughed their congratulations as Sean continued. "We've been home for over three weeks and she's felt great, until yesterday morning, but now, she's having...violent bouts of morning sickness. All day sickness. Let's just say...Druantia doesn't do sick well."

Cernunnos raised his hands and let them fall in exasperation. "Why do you think I keep saying you have to keep a goddess hale and happy during pregnancy? Otherwise, they make your life a fucking misery and—"

Cerridwen slapped Cernunnos in the chest to shut him up. "Go on, Sean. What happened?"

"It's a witch conflagration," he sighed. "Maeve made Dru a potion to relieve her symptoms. It didn't work at all, and they bickered. Maeve acted like Maeve. Dru lost her temper and blasted her. Maeve's fine, it was only a minor dust-up, but she went back up the mountain in a huff. Says she won't come down until Dru makes a formal apology in front of the coven. Dru says she's no longer Maeve's coven witch, but a goddess, and she'll bow to Maeve when—"

"Let me guess, when hell freezes over?" Cernunnos grimaced.

"Nuggle," Faerie interrupted, tugging on Sean's pant leg and pouting up at him, apparently unhappy to be overlooked in the greeting.

"Hey, Sweet Girl," Sean grinned at the little goddess, picking her up and blowing bubbles against her neck as she giggled. He casually resumed his conversation with Cernunnos. "I think Dru actually said when Sucellus' still runs dry, but yeah, the same sentiment. Dru's hard line against apologizing to Maeve irritated Lana, because Maeve was supposed to watch Eoin tonight, and she won't come down the mountain to do it. It's date night, apparently, for Finn and Lana—the first time they had planned to leave the mountain and go to Asheville since Eoin was born. Dru told Lana to "date another damn night" and Lana... she's about as fierce as Druantia now, and they ended up throwing curses at each other last night at the lodge. Dru and Lana have never had a fight before. The whole damn Pantheon is in an uproar, and Lord Benevolent Fucking Finn just laughs and refuses to get involved in "witch pettiness" and I'm—"

Cernunnos put up a hand, "You are stuck between a twin and a dog house. I get it."

Cerridwen laughed and elbowed her mate. "Nice one, Baby." Then she bounced up and down on her toes, clapping excitedly. "It sounds like we have arrived at the perfect time! Don't worry Lord Cutie, I'll sort Dru, Lana, and Maeve,and get Dru's morning sickness under control, too."