Kinsley
I feel the warmth and love from Austen’s parents as they introduce themselves. His mother pushes the big bouquet into my arms and hugs me. At first, I stood confused as I was not used to being hugged like this.
“Mom,” Austen mutters. “Mom, you are overwhelming her.”
Eliana pulls back with a sigh, “I’m so sorry. You are just so beautiful. We have waited a long time to meet you.” She puts an arm around me and leads me down the line, stopping at a man who looks like Austen. “This is my younger son, Ronan.”
Ronan is a little shorter than Austen and less muscular, with light brown and brown eyes like his mother. He nods to me, “Kinsley, right?” He asks, and I nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet my brother’s mate,” He glances at Austen, “Finally.” He gestures to a red-haired woman beside h
