Gabe grunted. “This got philosophical quickly,” he said, then glanced at me. “You sure you don’t want details?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Just tell me this—is there a happy ending?”
Screams erupted from the floor, and we all looked back again. Elisa had made the unforgiveable mistake of putting the giraffe on top of a plastic dollhouse. Because toddlers.
We all sighed.
“I guess that answers that,” Ethan said, and we went to separate our screaming children. “On the other hand, I’m pretty sure our first meeting looked fairly similar. And look what we have now.”
I glanced at the crying child, plastic giraffe in her mouth, now kicking at the shifter who was trying to take it back from her. It didn’t get any more real than that. Or any more perfect.
“Everything,” I said. “We have everything.”