I walk toward Lola, who sits alone in the living room. "Lolaaa, should I call you 'Mother'?"
She looks at me, her smile widening as she pulls me to sit beside her.
"Are you really willing to call me that?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.
"Don't you want me to?" I counter, making her laugh.
"I'd love it! I've always wanted a daughter, you know. But I never found my mate, and at my age, having a baby is no longer an option." Her smile falters, tinged with sadness.
"Rose and I would love to be your daughters, but prepare yourself-we can be a handful," I tease, growling playfully. She laughs again. "Oh, and Lucas and Luce come as a package deal. So, that's four kids for you- instant family!"
"Oh, that would be wonderful! And two grandpups, too!" she exclaims as I hug her, and she hugs me
