I finally felt relief flood me when the doctor announced that through some totally fucked miracle both Grace and her baby were gonna be okay. So that was it. That vaguely familiar taste in my mouth, the one I'd almost forgotten about. Victory. I kinda wanted to get up and dance around the room but I got a rep to maintain. Even now.

And for a guy who was seriously in the doghouse Alec had a shit eating grin on his face a mile wide. Guess he was happy to know the kid he'd been about to abandon was alright. Either that or he was psyched that he was about to have a son. I'm gonna have a nephew. I smiled too. Pretty fuckin' cool. Unless for some reason now she was gonna have a prophecy baby too her baby would probably have time to grow up the natural way. Which meant we'd have time to play with him and learn about him as he grew. Grace was gonna be a normal mom. Not a shoved into the deep end and learn to swim kinda mom that I was. She was gonna be awesome.

"Thanks, Doc." I grinned at him as he nodded at the three of us before turning around and walking out of the room. Grace looked like she was happy too but she was covered in a few bruises and I was willing to bet they didn't give the really good drugs to the pregnant lady.

"We won." I announced to her, my voice foreign sounding cause it was...happy. "We really fucking won. They can't hurt us ever again and you're gonna be a mom. You know what that means? We get to start all over again." It was true. It was like we'd been cleansed but not in a weird cult kinda way. In a real way and we'd get to prove that our family hadn't completely gotten their hooks in us when Grace raised her kid up all right.

It was the second chance we all needed.