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You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you heard a trio of knocks to your little cottage’s back door. That particular combo of signals could only mean one thing.
“Daddy, Daddy!” Connor shrieked as that door opened to reveal your husband.
Practically in the same breath, the boy was scooped up into Trevor’s waiting arms; the pack that he’d been carrying thudded onto the ground carelessly. “Well, that’s half of my welcome party,” he teased, eyes drifting over to you.
Rolling your eyes, you moved close enough that he could scoop you into what was now a family group hug. “I was wondering when you’d make your way back.”
After he pressed a kiss to Connor’s temple, Trevor said, “I wanted to come sooner, but there was too much going on.”
You heard the underlying tone of ‘It was too dangerous’ in his voice. Based on what you’d seen, all the demons that had been laying waste to Wallacia … he was right to keep away. “Well, it’s good to have you home at last.”
Now, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. “We actually have something we need to discuss,” he admitted. “I’m sure you realize–”
“First and foremost, you’re going to take off that wretched fur abomination you insist on carting around the country,” you interrupted, “and then you’re going to drink some tea because it’s freezing outside.”
“Love–”
“Is it something that’s going to change if you sit down with your family for an hour?”
“Well, no, but–”
“Is it something that we should be talking about in present company?”
His icy eyes drifted down to look at Connor thoughtfully for a moment. “It affects all of us. He’s old enough to have a say.”
You nodded, standing on your toes to seal your lips against his again. “Then we can discuss once you’re warm and settled.”
“Alright.” He leaned his forehead against yours for a few moments. “I’ve missed you.”
“We miss’d you too, Daddy,” Connor’s sweet little voice chimed in.
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “It’s good to have you home.”