Page 46 of Bought By the Wyvern
Soft arms wrap around me from behind, and I turn in Tressa’s embrace to kiss her on the mouth.
“Are you sure about this?” she asks, her green eyes searching mine.
“Yes, the kids are enjoying themselves.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
I smile and cup her face with my hand.
“I know what you mean. Remember, I am not like my father.”
She smiles back at me, and the love in her expression makes my chest tight.
“I know. You are nothing like him and for that, I am grateful.”
We stand together watching our sons fly loops, while Lily and Fiona shriek with laughter. The mountains rise in the distance, their peaks capped with snow, and below us, the rose garden blooms in a riot of colors. Everything is peaceful and perfect.
“Alana is going to freak out when she finds out,” Tressa says after a while, her voice filled with amusement.
“Well, we have to tell her, because I’m afraid this is going to become a usual occurrence.”
She chuckles and presses her head against my chest. I hold her closer.
My whole being overflows with love and gratitude as I stand here, with the woman I love in my arms, the mother of my children, watching my boys be so happy and carefree. This is a blessing I never thought I’d get.
I want my sons to have the childhood that I never had, to grow up free to be friends with whoever they want, and love whoever they want, without the pressure of outdated traditions and beliefs about purity.
If I do nothing else with my life, at least I will do this: allow those around me to be free.
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