We've been back fourteen months now. And it's the happiest time in both our lives.
Rose is perfect, like her mother. So small and fragile, at first I was scared I'd break her. Who would've thought I'd love kids so much? Even when I'm teaching self-defence, every day the younger kids crack me up. Sometimes I flsh them the claws; the boys love it and the girls squeal until I growl,then they get the giggles. I guess I'm not a bad ass anymore and I don't care one bit.
Then I come up to our suite and relieve Jubilee of babysitting duties and play with Rose for an jour until Marie gets back. My little girl has the tiniest feet I've ever seen They fascinate me; I could play with them forever.
I do like it when she's in bed though 'cause that's the time I spend alone with Marie, both of us tired but happy. I never knew I could be this loved or feel this loved. Sometimes, in the morning before the day gets busy, we'll bring Rose into our bed and cuddle, and I get lost watching my girls. Then I thank God Marie hid in my trailer that long ago day, or I never would have had this life. That's the day my life really started, the day I found my way home.