Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 16

Another two months later.

Today was the day, the last inspection to say whether or not all our hard work had paid off.

Macey, Zoe, and I watched as Valarie talked to the health and safety inspector from the balcony.

He had walked around the entire building with his measuring tape and torch, his clipboard
tucked

under his arm and pen behind his ear as he went over every nook and cranny in this place.

We secretly called him the birdman. His nose looked more like a beak, his beady little eyes too
far apart. Macey snorts when a gust of wind has him clutching his toupee. It was chocolate
brown and not even close to the greying on the sides of his head. Valarie watched over his
shoulder as he wrote on his clipboard on the front lawn, giving the place one last scrutinizing
look before shaking his head in disbelief.

He tears off the piece of paper and hands it to Valarie, who stares at it. He walks over to his red
sedan and climbs in while Valarie stares at the form.

“Come on, we should go see what birdman says needs doing this time,” says Macey. Zoe and I
went to retrieve our kids from our room, who played happily in their playpen with their blocks.

Scooping up Valerian, I set his feet on the ground, and we carefully walked down the steps to
the ground floor. He started walking earlier than expected. Last month he just stood up and took
his first steps. He was pretty smart for his age.

Valarie is still standing in the yard, staring up at the Hotel. As we approached her, a look, I
couldn’t decipher painted her face.

“He said four rogue women would never accomplish anything on our own without help, ladies,”
Valarie says, and I sigh, wondering what he has told her needs fixing.

We stop beside her and look back at the huge building. No more peeling paint, the exterior
white with blue and light grey trims, the hedges cut to perfection, the roof painted a deep grey,
flowers hung from the top, and flowers along the hand railings. It looked like a brand new place.

I lost track of the number of times doubts rained down on us, but now standing out the front
looking upon the building a year later. I realized all the blood, sweat, tears, and frustration, and
anger when people refused to help, were all worth it. Four rogue women with no future, no help,
and just pure determination gave this run-down Hotel a new life.

Every callous, every blister, every cut and graze was all worth it, every sleepless night. It all paid
off, and seeing the look on Valarie’s face was priceless. She was a tough woman, with an even
tougher exterior, yet not even she could hide her emotion as we stared at what we
accomplished.