It was at this point, watching her daughter with Henry that Avery wondered how often he had interacted with children before. He seemed quite comfortable around the chaos that Marigold seemed to whirl up around him. Whether that was because he was used to chaos himself or he was trying his best for her daughter, Avery didn’t know; she mostly felt appreciation more than anything. Coming to a new country with a five year old had been a challenge Avery had been prepared to face herself. Never in a million years did she figure she’d find the brother of her child’s father in this magical community. And yet she did, and thus far he didn’t seem to be anything like the men she’d previously encountered.
Perhaps her luck was starting to change.
“Listen to Mr. Berkwood, Marigold.” She drawled, leaning against the doorstop. “You’re gonna be seein’ a lot more of him around and you need to listen to ‘im.”
Perhaps her luck was starting to change.
“Listen to Mr. Berkwood, Marigold.” She drawled, leaning against the doorstop. “You’re gonna be seein’ a lot more of him around and you need to listen to ‘im.”
