She turned in her chair and watched her mate in the rocker, one long leg outstretched and rocking them gently as he cradled their daughter. Vera had come through on her promise to the Dawsons. The moment she’d told Vera she suspected she was pregnant, she’d gone to work, just in case the baby was a girl. Because of Vera, Fina was alive and thriving, and was the first female werewolf in existence. She was also daddy’s little girl. Fina kicked her little legs happily and clutched Link’s finger as he leaned down and inhaled her baby scent. Then, as he often did, because he couldn’t seem to help himself, he kissed the strawberry colored birthmark that stretched from Fina’s jaw down her neck.
Someday, Fina would have to decide whether she wanted to conceal the mark or not, but as for Nicole, she didn’t wear make-up to cover her own mark anymore. Now she understood the pride Buck had harbored when his child had been born with that part of him. And how could she shield her face from a mate who adored that part of her and their daughter so much?
She crossed her arms on the back of the chair and rested her chin on them just to relax into this beautiful moment with the man she adored.
He was a doting father and an incredible mate, a strong alpha for the Dawsons and loyal friend to the Silvers, but most importantly, he was still here.
He’d gone to battle for her and fought for this moment.
The second he’d felt anchored enough, he’d weaned off Vera’s medicine—her strong mate. Link had broken his curse and forged the path of his own destiny. He was the reason breathtaking moments like this one existed.
“Are you still with us?” she asked softly, as she often did when she felt sentimental and needed to hear his voice just to know she wasn’t dreaming all of this.
Link lifted his gaze, steady and gray. A slow smile spread across his lips as he cradled Fina closer. “Always.”