Epilogue
“Damn, that was fast,” Maggie said over the phone.
“I told you so,” Pops chuckled, bouncing a giggling Lily on his knee. “A wise person once said, relationships are like gardens. The ones that grow the best are those with a gardener and a flower. My boy thrives on being a gardener. Always has.”
“And my poor girl is definitely a flower,” Maggie returned. “And your plan to have everything off when she got there was pure genius. Remind me never to piss you off.”
Chuckling, Pops nodded. “I am an old bear when I need to be. My boy takes after me that way too.”
Lily reached for him with both hands, giving a squeal of laughter when he made growling noises and pretended to chew on her tiny fingers.
Pops melted in a rare smile himself. After all, even old bears needed their little girls too.
THE END