As I had rightfully guessed, Father was sitting on the couch, and right opposite him was Alpha Vincent. Alpha Vincent had brought a glass of wine to his lips when I came down, running straight into Father.
Father broke into a big laugh, his hand wrapping around me, the other gently patting my hair.
"Already missing me?" He said, laughing, and I nodded, my head nuzzling into his chest, my eyes closing tighter.
"I will come eat those pancakes often." I looked up, and he laughed, then straightened me.
I sat beside him, holding onto his arm. Nothing made me happier than seeing his relief. Than seeing his happiness. It tickled my heart, and I looked up to Vincent.
He had the ghost of a smile on his lips, the glass lightly caressing his lips, his other hand dangling off the armrest of the
