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Ella

The morning of the moon ceremony finds me, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen. Eating.

Rafe is with me this time, giggling happily as I dance happily around the room with him, singing about how delicious carrots are as I pour some baby carrots out from their bag onto a plate and begin to munch on them..

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I’m just getting to the part of the song – which I’m making up as I go along about how they’re good for your vision and help you make friends with rabbits when I hear an odd, familiar sound out in the hall.

I gasp, spinning towards the door as the mechanical hum grows louder, and I’m nearly run over when Henry wheels into the room.

“Henry!” I gasp, tears instantly lining my eyes, stumbling in my hurry to hug him close, almost falling into his lap.

“Steady, girl!” Henry laughs, putting out his hands to catch me and help me find my feet, laughing a little. He beams up at me and I’m laughing too, shaking my head at myself as I lean down to give him a proper hug and then a kiss on both cheeks.

“We missed you so much!” I gush, my heart in my throat as I pull away. “I’m so glad you’re home and in time! A miracle!”

“Certainly took some doing,” he says, raising his eyebrows at me. “I rode in a cargo plane to get here – this little man had better impress.” He shifts his gaze, then, to the baby in my arms.

“Oh!” I say, standing up straight and remembering my manners. “Henry, may I please have the pleasure of introducing you to your grandchild?”

“Nothing would give me more joy,” he replies, his own eyes wet now.

down to place Rafe in his grandfather’s arms for the first time, trying hard no to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment. “This is Rafe Henry Sinclair,”

his head, staring at my son. Though I’m overwhelmed by the moment, part of me

the stairs and look towards the door, smiling when I

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on his face. I step back as Henry turns his chair, raising one arm towards his son, the baby still held in the other. Sinclair bends down low to give his father a long, warm hug and I bite my lip to see it. Sinclair never admitted it, but he worried about his father, and missed him. He’s glad,

other and the kitchen is filled with happy noise for the next few minutes as we all buzz around each other, trying

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room, take the baby, and relax. I’ll bring in coffee in a moment. Then we’ll catch up.

minutes later I follow them carrying a silver tray heaped with coffee and food.

Ella,” Henry says fondly, looking down at his grandchild when I

room.

I’m easily persuaded of that,” I say casually, putting the tray down on the coffee table and sitting

if it’s all the same to you, I’ll

eagerly, touched deeply to see the bond forming between them already.

a little bowling ball when you were born. With the same

the harrows of his travel back to us, how much he wanted to get here in time for the ceremony. He also catches us up on

I gasp,

us. “It wasn’t a secret, was

sure,” Sinclair says, smiling at me. “I didn’t want you to be

filling with tears again at the

hair, but I also see him glance at the door. He’s torn, I know, between wanting to spend time with his dad and the duties I know are pressing on him to finish up before the

smile. “We’re perfectly all right here on

sure?” he asks, glancing at me first and then his

and pats