"Your son is here," I told Duncan the next day he visited the house while the kids were still sleeping.
He stopped taking out the food he bought and looked at me from the sole of my feet to the top of my head. I sigh. I could see that protective glint again. It was the same glint that he had when he found out about Angus visiting The Belle.
"I'm fine, Duncan. Your son, Colin?" I asked. He gave a slow nod before rounding up the counter so he could pull me into his arms for an embrace.
I could not help but lean on him. I had been tense the whole day yesterday. It was like I was wound up too tight and I was going to burst. I wanted to call him that day, but I stopped.
I may have accepted him, but it doesn't mean I need to call him each time someone from his 'side' would drop in. I need to know how to handle gods from the different pantheons. I cannot let them walk over me like they gave life to me.
