Ever.
"His mate has a son, a three-year-old little boy," Sinclair said. "We're not exactly sure what a three-year-old needs."
Bob's brow flickered. "He's a kid."
Sinclair nodded. "Right."
"No, I mean, he's a kid. They don't require a lot. Entertain them, love them, and make sure they're safe." Bob shrugged. "There's not much more than that."
That was a lot.
"Entertain them how?" I needed specifics.
"Well, he's three, so I suppose crayons and paper, age-appropriate video games, trucks, cars, blocks, dolls, stuffed animals—"
"Wait, I need to make a list."
I needed paper and pen.
Bob snickered. "Do you want some help with all of this?"
Did I look that desperate?
I was.
"Please." I hated how scared I sounded, but I was basically shaking in my boots, without the shaking. The boots were leather. "I want him to feel comfortable here."
"Okay, well, I'll have Henry make some food that kids like, and then we need to see about arranging a room for him before we start ordering toys and such. He'll need someplace to have quiet time, someplace that is all his own."
"Okay, okay, I can do that."
I think.
"The suite next door to yours is empty I believe," Sinclair said. "We can knock down a wall and combine it with your suite so he has his own bedroom. That should give the little tyke room to play indoors."
"There's a great toy store online that can have stuff shipped to us in like a day," Bob said. "They have all sorts of bedding and curtains and stuff like that in kids' themes. We should start there."
I started writing, trying to remember everything Bob had said so far.
The list was growing.
"I'll get him a cat."
I rolled my eyes at Bob's words. I so didn't need a cat. My mate didn't need a cat.
The kid might.
"Maybe a kitten," I said, "but something that is potty trained."
Bob grinned. "I'll need to know what the kid's favorite color is so he can walk to the park with us."
I glanced at Sinclair when the man made a sound, but he was just chuckling and shaking his head. I had no idea why. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I had enough on my plate right now.
My mate was coming.
I sat down quickly, afraid I was going to fall down, and then dropped my head into my hands. My mate was coming. I could hardly believe it. I'd dreamed about this day, fantasized about it, hoped for it. I just never actually thought it would happen.
"It just hit you, didn't it?"
