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I watch Mason Chase Sloane around the park. I smile. Mason now is four years old, and Sloane is fourteen.
My babies are growing up.
Mason is exactly like Scott. His mannerisms. His voice, it's a smaller Scott.
Sloane is like me, minus the werewolf part. Witty. Tech-savvy. Sweet. And also has a boyfriend. I can imagine Scott reacting to his baby girl having a boyfriend.
I like him.
He too is a werewolf.
I found out after Sloane heard him howling late one night.
Garrett Rhett.
I have a feeling that Garrett thinks he will marry my daughter.
And I would allow that marriage.
"Mama, I am pooped!" Mason falls on me. I laugh, and pick him up "Sister Sloane wore you out?" Sloane sits next to me "Mason is getting faster, he stayed with me the entire time! Good job, buddy." She pats his leg. Mason giggled.
I winked at Sloane.
"Mama? Sloane told me something." I look to Sloane. She ducks her head down. "What was that baby?" Mason looks at me "How come Sloane remembers our dad?" I exhaled. "She is older Mason." "But I am four!" Mason holds up four fingers. "That you are." I take his hand. "I know you want to remember your dad-" "How did he die?"
I swallow the lump.
"Erm.." I licked my lips.
"Hey, buddy, do you want to swing?" Sloane asks. Mason shakes his head. I look approvingly at Sloane, 'Thank you.' I mouthed. And Sloane nodded.
I sighed. "Your daddy died defending a good friend, Derek." I began. Masons eyes were wide. "Shapeshifters were the enemy of Beacon Hills at the time." I see Sloane shudder. I open my arm for her. She snuggled in next to me.
"You see, your dad, I am going to call him Scott-" Saying his name it caught in my throat. "Scott, and Derek, and the Pack were in the hospital. Your Grandma, Melissa, was handing syringes to the Pack, ready to defend and protect Beacon Hills. Well, one of the shifters found them." I lick my lips, then continued. "Derek attacked him first." I remember seeing Derek come limping back, his body caked in blood. And carrying my dead husband. "But, Derek got hurt." I continue. Sloane looks at me. And I smile softly. "So then Scott tried."
"Scott stuck his claws into the shifter, but they were stuck. The shifter transformed himself into Scott."
Mason gasped.
I continued.
The shifter threw Scott into the wall. And Scott did get up. He was brought down to the ground, where now the shifter had a foot on top of him. He sneered. "Weakly Alpha."
With his claw, he punctured Scott's heart.
From the pain, Scott returned to human. And wailed." I shake my head.
"And dad died?" Mason asks. "Yeah." I sniffled. "Dad sounded brave mama!" Mason cheered. I cup his chin "The bravest." Mason smiles. I look to Sloane. "I could have helped." Shaking my head I answer with"He knew that it was dangerous. Scott was willing to sacrifice himself for the safety of his family. You are still young baby girl. You are still learning." "Do you think dad knew that I wanted to help?" Sloane whispers. "He did. Yeah, baby, he did." I cooed. Sloane cuddled more closer.
I hug my family.
We may not be The Brady Bunches, but we are the McCalls.
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