Words can't describe how glad I am that even though my life is all sorts of bizarre and strange, my mother is still at my side. Apologizing to her and trying to rebuild our relationship was the best thing that I could've done. I can't imagine what I would've done if she wasn’t here with me. I don't think I would've went through with this because I just wouldn't have the strength to do so. "Don't worry, they'll love you," Quentin whispered soothingly in my ear as he kissed me on the cheek and refused to let me go from the hug that he'd given me the second that he spotted me walking towards him. I shivered at the sound of his words in my ear as I closed my eyes momentarily and took in this moment. "Ok," I said with a dry mouth as Elisabeth flew up to Quentin's head and propped herself up on his head and I saw him fr

 Winning over the little girls and boys wasn't much of a problem. They were open, honest and as long as I sat down and played with them, they were more than happy to talk to me about all kinds of things. It was the slightly older ones where I faced a couple of issues and dirty looks. Quentin's oldest child is 12 years old, and she's still giving me the cold shoulder and honestly, I don't blame her. She has every right not to like me but I'll keep trying to create a relationship with her. Something really cool that I realized about Quentin's children is that he named them with the same alphabet as their mothers names. Brigitte's children’s names all begin with B, Eloise's children's names all begin with E and so on and so forth. So this made it a lot easier to identify their mother’s.  I spent the day wit

I had been casually wandering the halls of the now quiet mansion. Quentin hadn't come home yet and his kids were all fast asleep so I was using this time to just have some peace to myself. I spend most of my time playing with Quentin's children and trying to build a relationship and if I'm not doing that then I'm with Elisabeth and dealing with the pack or planning my wedding day, and if it's not Elisabeth, it's my mother.It was while I was walking through the home that I heard strings of a violin being pulled and instinctively, I followed the sound into a music room I had no idea that we had. When I entered I was surprised to find, Brigitte's oldest daughter, Brynlee. She was standing with her eyes closed as she delicately and expertly played the violin. Impressed, I stood there and watched her and didn’t interrupt

I know understood why Katherine hated me. Even though it hadn't been my fault, the man that she loved, found someone else. I couldn't even find the strength to stand from the floor and I don't know how my mother knew or found out that something was wrong with me but when she came into the room, pleading with me from the other side of the door to let her in, I realized how glad I was that I had her here with me.I didn't even have the energy to put on any clothes. My mother came into the room and immediately covered me with one of the many robes in the room. After that, she sat on the floor with me and cradled me in her arms like I was baby as I sobbed into her chest.I welcomed the comfort that she provided me, sobbing uncontro

 I would do anything to make her happy. I'd put my life on the line without a second thought if that is what made her happy but no matter how much I loved and cared for her, I couldn't let my children grow up without their biological mothers. I care for my children and I don't want to take their mothers away from them. It would be the most foul and selfish thing that I could do and I know that Sarafina understands this but it is difficult to wrap her head around the fact that the only way to save them would be for me to create that mate bond again. I had promised myself that I would never hurt her again when she had been laying there with no heart beat and just a pale sunken in face after I had prayed for her to come back to me and when she opened her eyes I promised myself and the moon goddess that I would never be the reason behind her tears of pain and I'd kill anyone who dare