When I finally made it home, stepping out of the carriage with several bags in hand. I was greeted by an unexpected sight. My friends and family were gathered in my yard, laughing and talking loudly around a bonfire, enjoying their first night of freedom. The smell of food and alcohol wafted through the air, and music played softly in the background.
Kael had Aidan on his shoulders while he danced, and my little boy giggled happily, enjoying himself, and pointing out the stars.
''I see you found my grandfather’s alcohol stash,'' I said with a grin, nodding towards the array of bottles on the table as Flynn came over to me, beer in hand.
''I tried to stop them, but they beat me up, and forced the beer into my hand.'' He lied, with smirk.
They all looked up, shocked and a bit guilty, bef
