269 Climax

Becca.

Ever since we moved back to our old house, Christos Fernandez has been to our home more times than I cared to count either to take the kids out or to say a quick hello to them and my parents and just like the old days of courtship, I found myself hiding in my room until I knew the coast was clear. Of course, every time I did this, my mother always looked at me sympathetically while shaking her head at the same time, as if she still did not understand why I was causing myself so much pain when all I had to do was accept the man back in our lives.

While I had made it plain I have forgiven the man for what happened seven years ago, I refused to discuss the other topic with him or any other person. To explain the main reason I was going through hell and agony. How do I explain to my parents what my eyes saw that day? And how in hell do I even expect them to understand?

And the kids? How do I tell them I am not only married to a werewolf but that they might also be a werewolf? Dios!