Firestone Hot Springs It's always bears!!

val supposed there was truth in starting young; one would still have the boundless energy that seemingly was dispensed on tap with children. on the other hand, babies raising babies seemed incredibly challenging.

he was closer now to geriatric age than he was to juvenile age; for him, the timing seemed just right. old enough he’d garnered some valuable life experience and patience; not so long in the tooth he couldn’t chase after a legion of parsley-bed puppies.

you had kids? his gaze fixed to her in half-worry. it was not so much an indictment of her capability, but an indictment of the assumed male that had sown the first seed in that parsley bed. she was a kid! he missed the glint in her gaze initially, coming to realize its presence at the end of her inquiry. what did you name them?

it occurred to val belatedly that she may be testing him. he exhaled through his nose, processing and discarding his own feelings about the matter aside. no wife, but i do have puppies. a spark of deep affection for them shone in his eyes. val may not have the highest opinion of himself, but in his eyes his children were the zenith of his life’s accomplishment. their names are tousaint, thibault, chantale, and sobeille. then there are the adopted kids — ravin and astera. as well as my nieces, chani and chiro.