Avery’s P.O.V
“They’re here!” Cameron excitedly shouts from downstairs. Sophie scrambles off my lap where I was trying to teach her how to draw stick figures that don’t look like potatoes and rushes out her bedroom door down the two flights of stairs. I follow, in a marginally calmer manner, and meet her in the kitchen.
“Now, is that really my little Avery? All grown up?” Uncle Jared mimics, putting on an old man accent. His shaggy hair is still the same, but littered with slight grey now. Hazel eyes shine right at mine, a relieved smile on his face. The last time I saw him was when I went to New York looking for my mate. Granted, I didn’t find him until I came back home, but we drank a hell of a lot of beer. I chuckle and roll my eyes at him, but move in to hug him all the same.
“Misse
