Waverly Dock was bustling with life as the ship Sasha had left on pulled up towards the dock. Catherine stood with a small smile, seeing her daughter return as she held her Grandson, Lawrence Hardly. The young child had turned one and, with a set of thin brown hair, looked a lot like Marcus.
The ship slowly docked, and the crew solely disembarked. Sasha walked straight over to her mother and son, taking a deep breath of the air. "Mother." Walking over, she held her hand out to take Lawrence and hugged Catherine. "How have you been?"
"Busy." Catherine sighed and grabbed Sasha's arm, walking along the port with her, "I have been able to split my work and take care of Lawrence, but I'm getting old. It doesn't help that William will send me messages telling me about his retirement." Sasha rolled her eyes at he mother's blatant attempt to get pity.
