The four of us finished our breakfast together.
In fact, Kate and I spent most of it watching Aunt Carol and David display their affection.
I had never seen such a clingy pair of mates, and my parents were very close, but they didn't feed each other an omelet at breakfast, let alone mix it with countless kisses.
They were showing us that they were in love all the time.
Kate was used to this, and if she'd been in it all along. I thought I could understand why she was looking forward to her mate relationship so much, and she was too scared to know what I was going through. Unfortunately, she had set the expectations for her mate relationship too high, so she fell even harder.
After dinner, David was busy with other pack tasks, and Aunt Carol had pre-booked guests, so they left.
