“Jen, you okay in there?” Jacque asked.
“I’m totally great. Just listening to my jam and having my soul sucked from my breasts. Never. Been. Better.”
Chapter Two
“Never underestimate the power of postpartum hormones. It just might be the last thing you do.”
~ Jen
“Her jam?”Jacque asked, turning to look at Decebel. “She does realize there is no music playing, right?”
Decebel ran a hand over his face as his shoulders slumped forward. “I don’t know what she realizes. She’s upset, tired, and angry about leaking.”
Sally covered her mouth to keep from laughing. “I know I shouldn’t find that funny. At all. But Decebel talking about his mate leaking is freaking hilarious.”
“You’re right. You suck as a friend,” Jacque deadpanned.
“Hey! You compared her to a mother hen on crack,” Sally argued.
Jacque nodded. “You do have a point. But we can’t both be sucky friends. It throws off the balance.”
“Well, then why can’t you be the sucky friend and I’ll be the good friend?”
“Because—”
“Are you two quite done?” Decebel interrupted. He didn’t want to be rude to his mate’s friends, but his patience was almost gone, and he was fast approaching the point of no return.
“That depends,” Jacque said glancing at him. “Are we annoying you?”
“I don’t think I’ll answer that question,” he replied. “I know I’m screwed no matter what I say.”
Both girls grinned at him. “You’re learning,” they said at the same time.
“Then I plead the fifth. But could you please not annoy her?” He pointed to the bathroom door. “I’m at a loss as to what to do. Oh.” He held up his hand as if to stop them from moving forward. “Just so you know,” he said, “she doesn’t know that I called you all last night when she was having one of her moments.”
“You mean when she was screaming about losing her perfect rack?” Sally whispered, fighting a smile.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. So could we please just keep that to ourselves?” He narrowed his eyes at them. He lamented the fact that he could no longer intimidate the two young women as he once did. Now they knew no male pack member could ever harm them in any way. But he still added a growl for emphasis.
“We won’t tell her,” Jacque promised. She patted his shoulder. “Never fear, fur ball, we totally got this.” Jacque opened the door and stepped in. “Mother of pearl! What in the seven hells are you doing to your perfect boobs?” She yelled at Jen. Jacque then promptly stepped back and reclosed the door. She looked from him to Sally and then back to him.
“Do you know what’s going on in there?” Jacque asked him.
He nodded.
“A little warning next time, B. That can’t be good for, well, anyone, really. I mean, did she read the instructions? Is she in any danger of that thing sucking them right off?”
“God, I hope not,” Decebel muttered under his breath.
“What is it?” Sally asked. All traces of amusement were gone from her face.
“She’s using her breast pump,” Decebel told her. “She’s been having problems with Thia latching on, and she’s uncomfortable.”
“I’m pretty sure slapping on a torture device guised as a so-called breast pump isn’t any less painful,” Jacque pointed out.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Jen nearly ran into Jacque.
“Why are you standing so close to the door?” Jen asked.
