Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

The next day, Bronx decides he wants to go downstairs for dinner.

“Are you sure, Sweetheart? The doctor said you need to take it easy for another few days,” | ask as he is putting on a button- down shirt.

“Yeah Baby.I have some apologizing to do. No.I have a lot of apologizing to do. To everyone. I'm not going to hide up here in my apartment.I have to face the music,” he says resolutely. He puts on a dark blue eye patch to match his clothes and looks himself over in the mirror. He looks handsome with his inky black hair slicked back and olive toned face freshly shaven.

As we walk into the dining room a hush falls over the crowd.I give Bronx's hand a reassuring squeeze and he leads us to the front of the room. He stands in front of our table and faces the dining room.

He looks out over our pack, takes a deep breath, and eats crow. He fully admits that he got carried away with trying to protect me and he was wrong. He assures everyone that things will be different moving forward and that I will be more involved in pack related decisions moving forward. Then he apologizes to everyone for commanding them to treat me poorly. He publicly asks everyone to go back to loving and respecting me the way that he knows they do. He promises to do better because that is what the pack deserves before he thanks everyone for their loyalty and sits down. There are cheers around the room and some of the children run up to hug me. I kneel down and hug each and every one of them back. It is the best feeling knowing that things are going back to normal.

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to help. By the end of February, just about everything is planned. The Summer Solstice celebration will be part of our

helps me come up with decorations, flowers, and place settings. If she ever wanted to switch careers, she could totally be an event planner. She is so good at reminding me of all the things I need to consider. No detail

renting tents for people who want a more outdoorsy experience during their stay. There is plenty of room in the field behind the packhouse. The staff says they are more than happy to make the campsites and keep them supplied with firewood,

but wants to keep the details a surprise, so I knew that was going to be amazing too. The entire pack refuses to let me worry about anything. The one thing they can’t help me with is a dress.

  teach them a new simple, healthy entree, and sometimes we add in a dessert too. | had no idea how messy cooking could be until I try to teach a bunch of men whose hands are way too big for the utensils. They may be masters of precision when

need to hit the little green dial button, but | can’t bring myself to do it.

he asks as he pulls me down onto his lap and runs

to make an appointment to pick a dress. I just get so scared every time I

giving me a sympathetic smile. Naively, I hand him the phone. He jumps up, hits the call button, and runs into the bedroom. When

that my fiancé would need to make my appointment for me. I can only imagine how many

bedroom door cracks open and I see Bronx's green eye looking at me, “Baby, what color did you say you want the girls to wear?” “Olive green, why? Wait! Bronx, what are you saying to them?!” but he shuts the door in my face instead of answering me. I growl and pound once on the door, then sit on