Lana POV
I had just finished hanging out the washing, Arial was talking away to me about drama s they were having at the Red River Pack. My mother and Father were playing with Ashley and Titus on a mat that was laid out on the grass in the shade of the tree out the back. They were crawling and sitting up now and could say a few words. Grabbing my washing basket Arial and I head inside. I stopped next to my mother looking down at her where she was sitting on the mat as she ran her fingers through my daughter's dark curls.
"Coffee?" I ask her and she nods before I look toward my Father. "Yes not so much sugar this time" My father says and I smile before nodding my head.