BROOKLYNN
Aaron’s phone call didn’t last long. A little back and forth, and then he told us that his parents are coming to visit to help with everything. More people to come and witness the s**t show my life has come to in just the last several hours.
No one has left the room except for Nat. She needed to go to her baby when he started crying. She didn’t leave without wrapping me in a tight hug; her smaller frame strong and firm. Her whispered, reassuring words gave me more confidence about meeting the parents of my … mate?
Bloody hell.
What does that make us? Are we just mates? Is it that simple? Are we dating? They all make this mating thing out to be an incredibly big deal. Am I truly ready for that?
“You're overthinking,” Dylan says, coming to sit next to me. I hum, but don’t r
