---POV Damon---
It was difficult to leave her once, and now I have to leave her again, knowing she actually wants me here. Slamming through the front door, Gramps looked at me like I had two heads. “What’s the rush?” He asked, once his shock caught up with his brain.
“Ohhh, I’m sure it has a lot to do with a certain shebear.” Johnathan hummed.
“Why are you even here?” I snapped at him while jogging into the living room to keep my promise.
“Uncle Damon!” Ashley squealed and I picked her up. She snuggled into my neck and I patted her back.
“Well, I’m obviously here to grab the kids. Sam’s waiting for me back at the packhouse. You should come by soon. Mom…um…mom misses you.” Johnathan added, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand while the other held one of the toddlers.
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