Charlie, Thomas, Jackson, and Blaze were all dressed in yellow t-shirts just like their father had lost that day in the woods and, more importantly, his mother had replaced the one that had been lost with a new one for him.
Lucy laughed as she glanced across all her boys in their “Woodstock” shirts, a happy yellow bird flying about just beneath the letters. It was the one shirt that Rebecca had in common with her brothers and Lucy had a feeling they’d be replaced on a regular basis until both she and Ryan were old and gray, first by his mother and then by him.
Fortunately, it was a silly little tradition they could afford. A bit of research on the stocks Max had brought to them revealed that several were not worth more than the cost of a happy meal, but several more were worth enough that they’d likely never need worry about money again. They could build a new home, send all the children to college and Lucy could start her own business on a whole new level.
Her father might not have been a very good man, but her mother had endured him for the sake of her children, even squirreling away what she could to make sure he didn’t leave their daughter with nothing just because he thought an Omega should know her place. She had been right about him, but she had been wrong about Alphas in general. There were good ones out there. Ryan was living proof of that.
There was only one thing left for them to do, something they hadn’t had a chance to do with so many kids and limited funds. Once the money was sorted from the bonds, they used a bit of it to throw the biggest belated retirement party for Tate that had ever been seen.
Afterall, he was the children’s godfather.