It’s a question I’ve been asked so many times in my life, for so many different reasons. Was I ready to Ascend? Be on the Council? Fight the Elders? Accept my Fate? Forge forward on my own path? And now, here I am, being asked this question by Cameron as he holds an arm out to me. He’s in a smart suit, wearing the tie I gave him a few months back for Father’s Day, his thick blonde hair peppered with sophisticated, silver strands styled just so. But it’s not how handsome he looks that tugs at my heartstrings; it’s the love and concern in his eyes that tell me he’d have no qualms turning us right around and out the opposite door if I answered in the negative, considering how quickly this day was thrown together. So much adoration and love for this man fills me up. “Weddings are supposed to be happy events, hen,” he says, wiping away one of my tears with a thumb. “I am happy,” I tell him. “So, so incredibly happy.” Gods, am I ever. He hugs me, his strong and warm arms wrapping around me, and once more I thank all the gods that I found this man and his son and that they accepted me as one of their own.
