Her words were clearer each time, and as she hugged her daddy closer, my heart swelled painfully. “A dozen babies,” I rasped, filled with so much light. “I’m ready to practice.”
The purple in his gaze pierced into my horny soul.
Yep, the vagina had spoken. She was ready.
Len grabbed my hand and all but swept me upstairs, leading us down the hall. “Where will Tabitha sleep?” I asked, needing her close but also hoping we’d have some privacy while she slept.
“My room,” Len said when we reached the largest door at the end. “There’s a small nook inside that will be perfect until she’s old enough for her own room and space.”
The relief to know I could have both made my knees a little weak. “That sounds amazing.”
Inside, his room was done in neutral colors of white and silver, with a massive bed in the center. It was dressed in dark bedding, a storm in the middle of a cloud land. It reminded me of his eyes when they darkened, amidst the silver of his being. Off to the right was a small sitting area with what looked like a bar lining the wall behind. Crystal bottles and decanters filled silver shelves, all set up for a nightcap.
“There’s a bathroom in here too,” he told me. “You have everything you need.”
“Oh, am I sleeping in here?” I laughed. “I thought I’d still have my own room.”
His eyes darkened to match his bedding, though he also looked amused. “You sleep with me, Storm. No exceptions.”
He didn’t have to worry. I wanted to be by his side and in his bed. “No more time wasted,” I agreed.
He relaxed and gestured for me to follow him. “The nook has no furniture, but I can conjure up a mattress for her, and tomorrow we’ll find the rest.”
The nook turned out to be a small room, as he led me toward a door. “I never imagined designing a room for my daughter,” I said with a happy sigh. “Thank you.”
Len shook his head as he reached for the door and pushed it open. “Thank you, Sam. You’ve given me everything.”
We stepped inside then, and I ground to a halt, blinking at what I saw.
“What the hell?” he rumbled, and it was odd to see him taken by surprise.
Tabitha waved her hands at the beautiful room, furnished within an inch of its life. “Gran-mama,” she cooed, wiggling against Len until he set her on the floor.
Underfoot was a soft carpet-like material, purple to match Tabby’s eyes. The walls were silver though, since she was a Silver Lands’ princess.
“Your mom did this?” I said softly, pressing a hand to my chest.
“You can redo it,” Len said quickly, maybe misunderstanding my tone. “She would have just wanted to keep busy while we were in mortal danger, but she’d understand you wanting to design Tabitha’s first room.”
Shaking my head, I finally managed to say, “No. Oh my gods, no. This is wonderful, and it goes to show the true family unit we’re part of now. Tabitha clearly loves it already.”
She had crawled her way across the floor toward the gorgeous bed in one corner. It had no visible base, and instead looked like a larger version of her chair at dinner, a silver cloud. It appeared so soft that I wanted to crawl in there and have a little nap.
Tabby reached out to grasp a small stuffed animal wolf perched on the edge of the bed.
“Mama, mama!” she called, waving it at me.
She remembered our pack, and Glendriel had thought to give her a piece of our new history.
I hurried forward, reaching down to wrap my hands around Tabitha and the stuffed animal. “You’re so clever, little one,” I said in a ragged voice. “Momma can turn into a wolf.”
Len was crossing to join us when a shiver of energy raced over my skin, and I jolted as if being shocked. A second later, I was holding a tiny bundle of fur in my arms.
Len’s laughter broke through my shock, as I stared down at a silver wolf pup with flaming purple eyes. “What in the worlds?” I choked out. “How did she…?”
If I ever needed extra evidence that the new version of myself I’d created was more than a “glamour,” it had just landed in my lap. My shifter side was a part of me now, and clearly part of Tabitha’s story too. “Apparently she’s not held to Shadow’s rules of shifters either,” Len said with a laugh, as he reached down to cuddle our wolf. She was so damn cute as she bounced around on the bed, growling and barking, before Len captured her cheeky butt and hauled her up into his arms. “Okay, littlest love,” he crooned softly, “time to shift back so you can get some sleep.”
His commands worked on both the females in his life—in completely different ways of course. Tabitha returned to her fae form, and unlike with normal shifters her clothes returned with her. Len moved her over to a small table that matched the bed, finding sleep clothes there that he quickly changed her into.
