---POV Julie---
“He won’t hurt me Uncle Thomas.” I hummed with such reassurance in my tone that it was unrefusable. I rubbed my thumb over the back of Benson’s hand. “I trust him.”
Mr.Wayne sighed and leaned back on the chair. “Hopefully you will call me dad soon and I can see what that trust looks like.” He added and Thomas laughed at him.
“Awwh, brother are you jealous?” Thomas asked.
“You two are no longer children, honestly. I just want to hear her call me grandpa. But…I know I royally messed up when we met so, I’ll be patient.” Grandfather said, just as defeated as Mr.Wayne.
“You three are impossible.” A symphonic voice rang through the room, and I turned to meet Margret giggling at the show the older generation was providing.
“You really are quite
