CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
TRISTAN’S POV
She was my mate and every single of the 206 bones in my body reverberated with happiness at that knowledge. The more I looked at her, the more I listened to the words rolling off her lips, the more I breathed her, the harder I was falling for her. It was pretty undeniable at this point. I watched her as she leaned down, ruffling Knox’s hair while reminding him to be careful of the dirt. The little boy nodded enthusiastically before running off to his friends yet again. Ava straightened up, watched him for a few seconds, a proud smile touching her lips before she joined me by the bench.
“They grow up so fast, don’t they?” She sighed.
“Yes, they do. Here, I got you some coffee,” I handed her one coffee cup, leaving me with another.
“Thanks,” She accepted,
