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they?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    Displeased he starts, “Clint--”
    “I'm tired of disrespecting mom and her
memory. She would expect us to repair the damage that has been done
and continue on as one. We're a family, even without her. And it's
time we act like it.” I watch his jaw tremble but refuse to let any
emotion fall. “Yes. Things have changed, Sir.”
    Swallowing something, possibly pride, maybe
fear or gratitude, Sir simply clears it away and nods in agreement.
Things really have changed.
     
    A couple hours later we're pulling back into
the driveway, two different men than we left. He kills the ignition
and looks at me with an unfamiliar awe. His hand stretches over,
slaps me the shoulder hard and gives it a squeeze. As he nods I can
hear the words that aren't coming out. I can hear him and clear. I'm proud of you son . I guess Haven was right again.
    “Why don't you go bring Haven home, and I'll
put away the camping stuff?”
    I do my best to hide my elation. It's
difficult. I've missed my angel. “You sure?”
    “Yeah. Need to return some things back to
Felix anyway.”
    “Alright.”
    I climb out of the truck, the sound of my
door closing behind me another reminder that the door to the old
whatever I was is over. Slugger. Clint. Grim. Her angel. His son.
It's time to move forward. All the way around.
    Hustling across the street, I briefly notice
that Old Man Bank's car is missing. Glad all evidence that piece of
shit is gone. No body. No car. Nothing left to leave fear with my
angel. I unlock Mindy's front door, slide myself inside, the smell
of her tomato soup sharply tingling my nose.
    I stroll in slowly, but make myself known,
“Knock. Knock.”
    Haven and Mindy stop mid conversation and
whip their heads around from their sitting position at the coffee
table. There's a sharp gasp that strikes even though I'm feet away
from her. I feel a very familiar, very distinct pull in my chest.
Good to see my heart is still in working order.
    I watch frozen in place as Haven rises to her
feet, her dark brown hair shaping her angelic face that's stained
with tears, her tags lying on top of one of my old shirts, her legs
covered in a pair of my gray sweats. Her body is covered in me.
What she could find of me that is. Soon. Soon her body will be
covered in me. Outside and in. Slowly she stalks towards me, the
look on her face simple to decode. Am I real? Am I actually before
her or is this another dream she's reaching out for. I know. I've
been there. I was there.
    When she's close enough, I pull her by her
waist and firmly press her against me. Immediately, she breaks
down, tears, dampening my shirt, arms tucked around me, sounds
muffled below me. My head falls to its magical home on top of her
head, my eyes shutting as I try to comfort her, ashamed I'm the
reason her world has been shaken up again.
    “Alpha...” I whisper in her ear.
    Barely audible she cries out, “Alpha,
Clint?”
    There's another hard pull at my heart. I hold
my voice as steady as I can. “Alpha, Haven.” After a long exhale
trying to believe it myself, I say, “I'm home, angel. I'm
home.”
    Pulling her face up to look at mine, I brush
away the tears and continue stroking her cheek. A soft sigh of
relief leaves her and I place a soft kiss on her forehead.
    “So...” Mindy calls out her nails clinking
against her dark brown coffee mug.
    I divert my eyes over to her as Haven's head
falls on my chest again. She has on no makeup. No curls on the ends
of her hair. No “presentable” outfit to the public. All signs Mindy
is not in her right mind. Distraught. Upset. The smell of tomato
tingles my nose again. Another sign. She only makes it when she
feels the worse is headed her way and she can't do anything to stop
it. When I started dating Leighyani. When I signed up for the
Marines. When I was leaving for boot camp. It's her go to recipe
for a crisis. I'm thankful for that smell.
    “I know that smell...” I poke at the subject
fishing for a