"And you're welcome for that," Arden told him with a smirky little grin. "I mean, I assume you'd rather not be single?"

Her own emotions were very much a mirror of Cal's own. The little boy - Quin? - had maneuvered himself into her lap and was snuggled against her, head resting against her chest, looking very contented. Kids. The thing she'd sworn she'd never have, because she didn't want to subject her children to the kind of childhood she'd had: having to choose between hiding what they were and safety, or being true to themselves and being hunted.

And yet, here children were, bright and happy and the kind of fearless that came from being loved and protected.

Shhh! She didn't have tears in her eyes, you did.

"So, umm you know about Fandom things?"