“Whether you’re traveling solo, with a partner orfriend, or with a bouncing baby of your own, you’re welcome here.”
I kissed him and told him it was a masterpiece.
I might add another paragraph. Something like, “Whether you hike, paddle, or picnic, Ash’s Outdoor Escapes is for you. Come for the views. Stay for the family.”
He hit save and print before closing the laptop. “Come here my darling boy.”
I picked up the sheaf of papers and doodled beside the paragraph about Lake’s birth. I drew a stick figure in a boat rowing with another one the same size and a tiny one.
We went outside on the porch and Ash pointed out the boats on the lake far below the house. The water shimmered in the sun as it had the day of Lake’s birth. How lucky was I that, just as Ash had written, I’d come for the views and I stayed for our family.
I blinked away tears thinking how close I’d been to not being with my mate and never having our son. Who or what did I thank? My hiking boots that set me on the path to finding out about shifters? Errol, the young wolf shifter who couldn’t control his beast? Vincent at my old office who poopooed my trip?
Perhaps they all played a part but it was Ash himself and his bear who fate put in front of me andchanged my life. I beckoned him and Lake closer and we hugged.
A big bear hug.
