~~Tristan’s PoV~~
At first, I’m not sure if I’m hallucinating, so I glance over at Raya to see if she sees Bertie too. Her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are wide, so I’m pretty sure she does, however impossible it may be.
“Bertie?” she whispers, holding our newborn daughter closer to her chest. “Is that you?”
The question confuses him in return, and he looks down at himself to make sure. “I think so? It was this morning, at least.”
A snort of amusement comes out of me before I can stop it. That definitely sounds like Bertie.
“Look, Rachel, they’re here!” he calls out over his shoulder before turning back to us with a conspiratorial grin. “She thought you were going to forget.”
Forget? It takes me a second to put it all together: the location we’re in and the picnic basket in his
