Bailee’s POV
I walk around the small three bedroom house that Caden has decided will be the future home of me and my children. It’s rustic and needs a good clean from lack of use, evident by the layer of dust that covers everything inside.
Running my finger along the mantle piece in the master bedroom, I smile to myself, it’s going to need a lot of work, but it’s . . . perfect.
I turn around just as Caden walks in behind me, a questioning look aimed toward me and I nod.
‘It’s great Caden, thank you’ I reply to his unanswered question, noting how his shoulders relax at my words.
‘The garden is a jungle, when Old man Harris died, Irene moved in with her son and his family nearer to the pack house, she didn’t want to say but the walk from here to there was getting to be too much’ he sig
