ARIA POV
For a while, nobody spoke. We just stood there, clinging to one another.
The fire crackled softly in the fireplace, rain still tapping against the windows while Owen remained wrapped around Alaric’s neck, his hand gently running through our son’s hair, slow and soothing. His other arm rested loosely near Ella like he was instinctively trying to keep both children close at the same time.
My heart physically hurt looking at them.
Mine. Forever mine.
I just needed to handle a skinny skunk and there would never be anyone else capable of coming between us again.
Owen sniffled softly against his shoulder.
“You smell almost like a fireplace.”
A startled laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
Alaric huffed too, lowering his head briefly.
“That’s because your mother almost burn
