Elora
“Daddy!” I smile at my eldest son as he runs into my mate’s arms. Rafe closes his eyes and breathes Nathan in. “It’s okay now, Dad,” Nathan lifts his head and looks at his dad. “My papa isn’t going to take me away.”
Rafe shoots Draven a look, and I stare at him with a raised eyebrow.
Draven winces slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t ask Nathan to call me that. He decided that on his own after our talk.”
I look at Nathan talking to Rafe about his conversation with Draven, and I don’t see any sadness. In fact, Nathan seems happy. That is all Rafe and I wanted for our little boy. Draven loves Nathan, I can see it in his eyes. I smile because that is all I have ever wanted for my son.
“What?” Draven whispers as I stare at him.
“I’m just happy for Nathan. I can’t imagine it was easy for
