"Do you believe in Destiny, Aunt Bela? Not the word in the way most people use it, but actual, undeniable, Destiny with a capital-D?" He sat back, tone a little more serious. "Because that's sort of what me and Cass have come to figure out we are. It sounds crazy, but his younger-self knew I was coming. It was like he was waiting for little-me." He smiled and looked down. "I'm thrilled. Mom was right. She knows me. And the girls are happy - they think it's cute too."