person responsible for her smile because they seemed to be the only reason, she smiled at all.
He pulled his gaze from Alexa’s face to catch the sight of a small brunette girl barrel headfirst into his mate's arms.
Gabriella Winters, who was now eight years old, with a head full of chocolate curls, sparkling blue eyes, and a smile that was almost as contagious as the one on Alexa’s face, was caught effortlessly by the redhead, whose arms gave a small quiver, but the grip on the little girl never faltered.
She had grown, he noted, no longer this little slip of a girl she used to be when they had first arrived all nearly two years ago. Her voice was slightly deeper, and her rounded face had begun to sharpen. Her pale skin having taken a healthy glow to it as it all but shone as she was
