*Gunner POV*
Tonight was already hard enough, and then Adelina had to go and pull something like that. I'm not angry with her, but she has caused me to have a whole new level of concern for her.
Now, on top of everything else, I feel as if I am going to have to babysit my mate until she can heal from losing our son. Don't get me wrong, I will gladly do it, because that's what you do when you love someone. However, I'm suffering too. Who is going to be there for me this time?
I stayed until the fire was out, and my son's ashes were placed in his urn. Once DJ placed it in my hands, I lost it once again. It was then that I realized how not alone I really was.
As I clutched Waylon's urn and held it to my chest, my sons, Alexander, Hunter and Jackson sat with me. My four daughters soon jo
