Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I was still getting used to the heightened senses thing, so his explanation threw me for a bit of a loop. Still, I had trusted Kace from the moment I met him, and that hadn’t changed. If he said I was preggers, I had no reason to doubt him. Other than freaking out because my dad was going to kill him for knocking me up before he married me.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have my last name before our cub arrives.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “I thought you couldn't read my mind.”
He smirked and drawled, “I don’t need telepathy to read your mind, baby. You wear your thoughts on your face.” Then he nuzzled my stomach before adding, “I love that you're only that way with me.”
Sighing, I melted into him. He really did say the sweetest things.
“That’s how I know you’re also excited about our little one.”
I smiled happily and hugged him close. “I can’t deny that. I love you, and I’m ecstatic to be starting our own little family.”
“Love you too, baby.” In a split second, I found myself flat on my back on the center of the bed with Kace looming over me. “Now,” he growled playfully, “let's practice making the next one.”
Epilogue
Kace
“Baby, we need to have a talk with our daughter.”
My wife stopped dropping cookie dough onto a tray and turned to face me. “A talk?”
I growled as I prowled over to my gorgeous mate, struck by the beauty she’d passed down to our five-year-old, Brea. “She’s decided that she doesn’t want to wait until she grows up to find her mate.”
Larissa snorted with laughter and buried her face in my chest.
“This isn’t funny, mate,” I grumbled. “Zeke just called to tell me that Jake caught Kyla walking Brea and Alena all over the neighborhood, knocking on everyone’s door to see if their fated mate lives there.” Alena was Calliope and Tane’s oldest. She was two years older than Brea and Kyla, but they were thick as thieves.
Now, Larissa doubled over with laughter, and I scowled. “She’s five, Larissa. She shouldn’t be thinking about mating until I’m dead.”
Just then, our seven-year-old, Talon, came strutting into the kitchen with his little chest puffed up. “Don’t worry, Dad. Jake and I threatened all the boys at school. They won’t go near our sisters,” he stated proudly.
Larissa huffed and glared at our firstborn. “Seriously?”
I grinned shamelessly and gave Talon a high five. Larissa smacked my arm. “You guys didn’t need to scare off the boys. It’s not like any of them can be physically interested in the girls anyway.”
“There are human boys in their school,” I growled. Timber Ridge was a small town and was almost completely shifters or human mates. But there were a few human families in the area who were aware of shifters, and their kids attended our schools.
Larissa rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when our two-year-old, Izac, came toddling into the room.
“Dwink, Mommy?”
“Of course, baby,” she said, then threw me a warning glare as she walked over to get a sippy cup from a cabinet.
She pulled it down and started to fill it when Izac piped up. “No, Mommy. Bowl.”
“What?” she asked as we both watched him curiously.
“Bowl. Izac be doggy. Bowl.” Then he got down on his hands and knees and imitated lapping up water from a bowl on the floor. “Be doggy, dwink bowl.”
Talon giggled, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Izac hadn’t shifted yet, so I had no doubt this turn of events had something to with the older boys.
“Why does your brother want to drink from a bowl on the floor?” Larissa asked Talon suspiciously.
He shrugged and tried to look innocent, but he ruined it when he giggled again.
“Talon,” I growled.
He giggled again. “We might have told him if he wanted to shift, he had to eat and drink like a dog.” I pressed my lips together and frowned...to keep from laughing. It was exactly the type of things my brother and I had done to each other, but I didn’t want to encourage this type of behavior.
“Good grief,” Larissa muttered. She put the sippy cup together and leaned down to pick up Izac, propping him on her hip. “Izac, baby. You can drink from your cup. You’ll be a wolf someday.”
“No,” he pouted, pointing at the ground. “Dwink bowl.”
Larissa raised her brow and gave me a “it’s yours turn” look.
I scooped him up and looked him in the eye with a serious expression. “You’ll be a wolf soon, buddy. I promise.” Izac watched me with a dubious frown for a minute, then nodded his head solemnly.
“Okay, Daddy.” He held out his hand, and I put the cup in it. He popped the straw in his mouth and started sucking happily and wiggling to get down. I set him on his feet, and he wobbled out of the kitchen.