What the heck? I must be more exhausted than I thought.
After using the bathroom, she walked to the front door and looked across the backyard, where she spotted him through the kitchen window in Peyton and Gillian’s house.
Question answered. She assumed he was working on preparing breakfast for everyone.
Which was sweet, but…
Would’ve been nice to wake up and have morning snuggles.
Except the baby chose that moment to wake up and fuss.
Then again…
It would have been frustrating as heck to have a baby interruptus snuggle sitch.
With a wistful sigh, she turned and headed back to take care of the baby.
It was only after she’d changed Lyssa and sat down to nurse her that Dewi once again wondered how Ken managed to slip out of bed without even disturb?—
“Ow!” Dewi looked down and ran a finger over the baby’s gums just to find the sharp edge of a front tooth peeking through.
Holy cow.
Asia had warned her it wasn’t uncommon for babies of Alphas to develop even faster than regular wolf shifter babies.
But this is ridiculous.
At this rate she’d be weaning Lyssa onto a bottle in a few weeks or sooner. Asia advised Dewi not to feel ashamed to switch to pumping and bottle feeding, or to even wean her completely to formula, because there was nothing noble about suffering wolf-baby bites on her boobs just for some imaginary badge of “motherhood.”
The better part of an hour later, after Dewi finished nursing the baby and Lyssa was once again asleep, Dewi took her shower and then headed over to the main house with the baby.
She was a little surprised to find Trent with Ken in the kitchen. But what pulled her up short was the way they stopped talking and turned as soon as she opened the door.
And they didn’t resume talking immediately.
Her hackles prickled. “Umm, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” they quickly said in unison, which ruffled her hackles even more.
She walked over to the end of the counter, set Lyssa’s carrier on it, and turned, crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s not a ‘nothing’ tone from either of you. Spill it.”
Ken glanced at Trent, who apparently decided to be the one to fall on the sword. “I dropped Peyton at the Spokane airport a few hours ago,” Trent said.
“What? Why?”
“He’s flying over to meet with Trevor.”
“Why wasn’t I looped in?”
“We’re looping you in now, Dewster,” Trent said. “There was no reason for you to know ahead of time. It all came together at the last minute.”
“Did they find that bastard?” But Trent’s grim look told her before he even answered.
“Not yet. There’s a new lead. And Peyton needs to meet with some others.”
She leaned against the counter, looking from Trent to Ken and back again. “What the fu-rack, Trent? Can someone please tell me what you’re not telling me? Because it’s pis-ticking me off.” She glanced at the sleeping baby.
Man, I really need to learn to watch my mouth.
