Bailee’s POV
I listen to Travis as we walk back to my parents’ house, the pup talking a mile a minute about Danilo. My heart aches as I nod along with my son’s excited babbling, he seems to have attached himself to the stranger in a way that is surprising and a little worrying. I’m not sure how Travis is going to react when Danilo leaves the pack and goes back to his life.
‘I can go back tomorrow and see him’ my son is saying happily as he skips along beside me, his small hand help tightly in my own. ‘Do you think Grandma will make cookies with me today so I can take some with me?’
I smile down at him, ‘I don’t know baby’ I reply, ‘we can ask, but she might be busy today.’
Travis’ face crumples in disappointment before he smiles widely and shrugs, ‘OK, I can ask Grandpa to help instead
