We have planned a little brunch gathering in our apartment, before the hustle and bustle of the day begins. We just want to make sure we remember what is important. And to Bronx and me, that is family. Lenora and Milo come over and | finally get to meet Bronx's parents. 2

 

The first thing his mom, Sandy, does is give me a crushing hug and call me her son's saviour. A little extreme, but she's excited, so you know, whatever. | will take hugs whenever | can get them. | feel a familiar warmth coming from my hands. | quickly let go of her, feeling a little embarrassed.

 

“Oh! Honey, it's alright. Bronx already warned me that your energy goes into overdrive when you're happy. | take it as a compliment, "she smiles warmly at me.

 

“Thank you, Sandy," | smile shyly.

 

“No nono. You call me Mom, young lady," she gives me a faux stern look. 2

 

“A-alright, Mom," | test the word in my mouth. It is going to take some getting used to. | have never called anyone Mom before. Not even my real mother. | hope the Moon Goddess understands.

 

Bronx has Sandy's facial features including her green eyes but with his dad, Michael's dark hair. Michael and Bronx have the same hulking size, personality, and mannerisms. Just like Bronx, Michael acts tough but can't fool me, he's a big softie. He is obsessed with making sure everyone has enough to eat. | think | win him over when | offer him an oversized snickerdoodle.

 

Lenora shows off her baby bump and announces she and Milo are having a girl. Sandy and | can't stop admiring her and complimenting her pregnancy glow. Milo dotes over her, not letting her lift a finger for anything. Even when she wants a refill of her water, he jumps up and gets it. It's pretty adorable. | look forward to one day when that is Bronx and me.

 

we announce our engagement. Sandy and Michael nod approvingly at the ring and congratulate us with hugs. Michael and Milo pull Bronx to the living room to chat. | overhear Bronx tell Milo the good news about Saint and Lex but he insists that Milo should still lead the Solstice pack run. He deserves the honor for all the hard work

 

laughs and agrees. He asks Milo to invite James, Delilah, and Marco

 

start putting food away and talking

 

conversation about starting a bakery. | unwrap the small box to find a framed sheet of paper. It's a recipe for a baguette written in French, but next to it is another piece of paper with the

 

my head as |

 

Martin's in-laws own a bakery. The recipe has been in their family for generations and they wanted you to have it. Cason translated it for me. | haven't had a good time to give it to you, but after yesterday, it seems like the right

 

he says as he kisses the top

 

fancy dress. ° She wants it to be a surprise, so | can't say no. So an hour before the party, she brings the dress bag

 

back. “Lenora, everyone is going to see my scars," | feel a little self-conscious as | look at the dress. Delilah has already pinned my hair into an updo. | don't mind if people close to me seeing my scars,

 

real you, Kas. I'm telling you, people won't even notice the scars when they see how beautiful the dress is on you,” Delilah

 

my mind, “| am so happy you finally get to look as beautiful on

 

happy to have her back. She always

 

| have never felt more beautiful. | turn in the mirror to catch a glimpse of the back. The keloid scars were evident, but the dress helps distract from them. Oh also, Delilah had been right, Bronx's tattoos have almost completely faded. But he decided to wait until they were completely gone before he gets new ones, just in case there is still some sort of lingering connection from the

 

the closet before he

Baby?" His eyes are wide as he looks me up and down, then turns to Lenora, "Leni, no. Find another dress. “Uhh, Bronx...yes," Lenora retorts. She stands up from the bench and puts her hands on her hips, "And you are not going to stop her. And not only are you not going to stop her, you're not going to be jealous,

 

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