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Minty raised her arms over her head and danced back and forth on the balls of her feet. Suddenly, she flexed her arms down in front of her and let out a roar.
I looked up at Lucky, tears in my eyes. “Please, Lucky,” I begged. “Please tell me you have this on video.”
He grinned. “Of course, I do.”
“Mine mama needs a wessling name,” Brayleigh demanded.
Lucky laughed. “We’re going to call her Hopeless.”
“Yay! Hopeless fight Minty Maneater!”
My head shot up.
Lucky tilted his head to the side, his eyes drifting away, a slight smile on his face.
“Oh, no, Captain,” Minty cried, poking his chest. “Don’t even go there!”
Beloved
Ares
Three days away from her and my heart ached. We’d been together a short time, but my world already revolved around her.
Which made me wonder if I could ever truly be with her. Giving her priority over Anastasia was my greatest fear.
I didn’t know how much of my father was in me.
I stared out my bedroom window at the mountains in the distance. At one point, I believed we’d never get here.
The entire journey was a shit-show from start to finish. My mouth tipped up in an unwilling smirk. Nothing like the first class travel I was accustomed to.
Snow delayed our departure time by two hours.
Unused to the hustle and bustle of the airport, Sia fussed and cried for most of the wait time. By the time we made it onto the plane, in coach at the very back, she was too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
Being in the last row, I couldn’t put my seat back. Uncomfortable didn’t begin to describe sitting upright with a snoozing baby in a seat made for someone half my size.
She woke up an hour after take-off, screaming and clawing at her ears.
A Greek Yiayia who barely spoke English stepped up to help us, communicating with her hands. When I didn’t understand, she delved into Sia’s baby bag and pulled out her bottle.
I gave it to her as she suggested, and it calmed her down.
But not before she woke everyone else up.
Because we arrived in Athens late, we missed our connecting flight to Thessaloniki. The next flight out was scheduled for seven hours later.
The airport in Athens is unlike any other airport I’d been to. There are no cute restaurants. Lobby areas. Places to sit and recharge your phone, or yourself.
And there was nowhere to stow our baggage.
My frustration mounted alongside Sia’s. I cursed myself for a fool for even considering bringing a baby on a trip this long.
The taxi finally pulled into my grandparents’ driveway just shy of three o’clock in the morning, Greek time.
And still, my grandparents stood waiting in the doorway.
Their weathered faces wreathed in smiles.
