#Epilogue01

"You're not allowed any more juice, Chewie," Sylvester quietly scolded the Wookiee, wagging a finger at the furball of a teddy. "You ate Daddy's chocolate biscuit and that was just so wrong!"

Chest swelling with love and pride, igniting a deep, intimate warmth that spread with every breath he took, Jackson watched from the doorway of Sylvester's nursery. Arms folded across his chest, shoulder balancing against the frame, the stirrings of a smile turned the corners of his lips as he watched his baby lion play.

It was a dull day; summer had finally retired, and autumn had blossomed. The world outside was a bitter blend of colours, most...