Yara
I can’t believe my mate. Well, maybe I can. He seems to like finding ways to surprise me. I think he enjoys watching the flood of emotions I feel when he does something frivolous and crazy like literally filling our packhouse with flowers.
After he announced the party, we went upstairs to shower and change, and of course, my mate is still working to give me that pup, so we took some time to have our own celebration with a promise of more to come later.
I’m honestly not sure who is more excited, him or me. The feeling coming off of my hardcore fighter of a mate is almost giddy. He’s so full of excited energy that he’s practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as we get ready.
“Did I not wear you out enough?” I ask him.
“Yara!” he says, swinging me around in his arms and making
