Epilogue
Epilogue
Peter
“ I ’m glad we’re doing this on our own property instead of at a park,” I mused, “otherwise everybody and their grandma would be filming this floating baby.”
Bennett chuckled, his voice deep and gruff in barghest form. He was playing Queenie’s favorite game: “Horsey”. AKA, she rode her dad’s shifted form like a big fluffy pony.
Bennett had a broad back and strong shoulders, so I wasn’t actually worried Queenie would fall off, but I followed along just to be safe. On top of entertaining Queenie, we all shared a nice family walk together.
Queenie babbled as she clutched Bennett’s fur. She grew faster than a pure human infant, and was more mobile at her young age of six months. She’d inherited a few fun traits from Bennett, too, like her eyes glowing red when excited or emotional. Or when she really, really wanted a cookie.
“So, when do I get a turn?” I teased.
Bennett laughed, flashing his sharp barghest teeth. “You can go next.”
“I’m joking, Bennett. I’m way too heavy.”
He chuffed. “Doubting me again, Peter? I could carry both of you at the same time and have strength to spare.”
I raised a brow. There was no way I could ride my barghest alpha like a mini pony... could I?
“Well... if you insist,” I said hesitantly.
Bennett stopped, lowering to his knees and waiting for me. I scooped up Queenie, who protested for a second before I threw my leg over Bennett’s side and hopped on. I’d ridden a horse maybe once as a kid, but this felt way better. Bennett’s fur was a nice cushion, and I didn’t feel like he’d bolt at any second.
When I was settled, Bennett stood up and broke into an easy trot.
I laughed. “Show off.”
“Hey, you were the one who didn’t believe,” he shot back playfully.
I shook my head, grinning. “You’re right, Bennett. That’s the last time I’ll ever doubt you. Promise.”
Bennett wagged his long, wispy tail. Then he sped up, racing over the beautifully landscaped garden. Flowers and bushes whizzed past. Queenie cackled with laughter in my lap, and I couldn’t help joining in with her.
In the back of my mind, I thanked the fates. Whatever card I pulled to have this perfect life, I was grateful for it.