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“I know that,” I said, frustrated by it all. “But shouldn’t it be at least a little clearer?”
“Maybe it’s good to separate them. The Finneas you knew and the one you met in that hospice. They were, after all, two very different people,” Leith murmured softly.
I settled into them after that, inhaling their scents deeply as we sat in a comfortable silence.
“Do you want to watch the movie with me? From the beginning this time?” I asked, holding up the remote.
“Will you describe it to me?” Artie asked, his eyes already starting to flutter shut for the nap he always took whenever we watched movies.
Leaning over as best as I could, I pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
“Always,” I said before restarting the movie.
It would be the first time I wasn’t watching it alone, and that in of itself made me smile.
Chapter forty-three
Little Shop of Horrors' Suddenly Seymour filled the ice rink as Artie and I skated, darting around each other with ease.
It was, hopefully if things went well, going to be our program choice for the 2026 Winter Olympics in Switzerland in two years.
Artie grinned at me as I zipped past him, reaching out through the bond to tease me as I got into position for our tandem spin.
His vision had, thankfully, stopped deteriorating as quickly as it had been before his surgery. He would still lose his sight eventually, but for now he was still able to see blurred figures and the blackening edges had only closed in marginally which pleased his doctors immensely to report.
I was glad that he still had some vision, because these days there was so much good for him to look at.
Case in point the happy baby squeal that cut right through the song and distracted both of us from our practice.
“I think we have a visitor, lovey,” I called to Artie who was already changing direction and heading in the direction of the noise.
There, standing on the other side of the half-wall, was Enzo with a very excited baby. He was still dressed in his work suit, his dark hair perfectly coiffed and he looked suave and handsome despite the cute bag with baby animals all over it slung over his shoulder.
“Who is that?” Enzo asked the baby who had just reached ten months since his unceremonious exit from my womb. “Is that Mama and Daddy?”
Ronan Callaghan was the light of my life and the light of everyone he encountered. Curly hair and a bright smile, it was a bit like I’d copy and pasted myself and presented my mini-me to the world.
“Mamamama,” Ronan chanted, reaching a chubby little fist out to me as I made it to the wall first.
“Hello, leanbh, I have missed you today!” I squealed as I pulled him into my arms. “You’re both out early today.”
Enzo leaned in for a kiss. “Mmm, give me another one before I maul our omega.”
I obliged, my stomach fluttering the way it always did when I got attention from my pack.
Artie pressed a kiss to the top of Ronan’s curls before he let Enzo wrap his arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss of his own.
“Okay you three, can we focus on the reason we’re here?” Leith’s dry voice cut through the romantic huddle we’d formed and I leaned around Enzo’s broad shoulders to where Leith and Wiz were sitting back in one of the stadium seats.
Grinning at them I leaned over the wall with Ronan on my hip. “Why are you here? Last time I checked you two have jobs that require you to be in various practices throughout the day—not that I don’t love seeing my men.”
Wiz was practically wiggling in his seat, reminding me of Lucky when the dog got excited about treats. “Can we tell her? I am literally going to explode if we don’t.”
“We were supposed to wait for the rest to show up, Wiz,” Enzo said to the other alpha with a roll of his eyes.
“The rest?” I asked, quirking a brow at them. “Okay, you four, spill it.”
“Four?” Artie protested. “What did I do?”
