I can hear him talking to the girls, not scolding or disciplining, but talking with them so they understand they need to be better, behave more maturely for their age. I go into the kitchen once things have calmed down, put Adrian in the highchair, and give them his food. And then I make Colt and myself some lunch.
Once we’re all seated, I just take a minute to look at each piece of my heart.
Colt, my wolf shifter, my unexpected mate, the love of my life.
I look at the girls, the ones who made us completely whole for the first time, started off our family.
And then there is little Adrian, strong like his father, but quiet and observant like his grandfather.
I love each and every one of them more than I could ever explain or imagine, and every day I tell myself how lucky I am to have this life. Because things could’ve gone so differently if I hadn’t fought for what I wanted.
This right here, everything I hold dear.
My family.