Page 28 of Bratva Past

Of course, their mommy had gotten over her fear of cars many years ago, before Michael was even born, who was also nine and a half years old. He had to keep being reminded of that extra half, because it matters, according to his son.

As if talking about her brought her around.

He had picked up the kids from school and kindergarten, as Lucy had been driving Marge to her latest doctor’s appointment. Marge, Betty, and Harry had become the grandparents to their three kids and were very much part of their lives.

Lucy had never given up her job at the care center, and he didn’t want her to. People had unfortunately passed away, but they were also family. The kids loved hanging out there.

She pulled into the garage, and he watched as she pulled the hand brake on and climbed out. She was seven months pregnant with their fourth child, and like her other three pregnancies, she glowed. He loved her so damn much.

It had been a whirlwind of a life—one his father had once told him he would have, and Isaac hadn’t believed was possible. After revealing the truth of his past to Lucy, he truly believed he lost her.

Never did he think she would be the one to propose to him. Their kids loved the story of their parents having a disagreement and then her proposing. It certainly made for a good story.

The truth was, it was just the beginning of their story. Lucy had helped him create memories. Their house was no longer barren of photographs. On the walls were pictures of him, Lucy, their three kids, along with their dogs and cats. His wife had also insisted on rabbits and chickens.

The many vacations they took as a family, the life they made with one another, the drawings the kids made, their artwork—Isaac’s home was no longer a place he survived in. It was a place he cherished, because it was finally the family home he had always wanted.

The End