Sienna
The notebook in my hands suddenly felt heavier than it had a moment ago. It was strange, really. For years I had made every decision regarding the children on my own, from what schools they attended, what clothes they wore, which doctor to visit when they were sick. Every choice had rested on my shoulders alone.
Now I was sitting across from Xavier, asking his opinion.
The adjustment still felt unnatural.
But the memory of what had happened at brunch lingered in my mind. The way he had stood there, calm and immovable, shutting down Sasha and the Elder Lupin without hesitation.
No one had ever defended me like that before. Not when it came to werewolves.
Not even in my own family.
So if we were going to raise our children together now, the least I could do was try to keep things civil. For the children.
I reminded myself silently over and over again.
