Corbin shrugged. “We’ve been busy, and we didn’t have to worry about Cullen. Orion’s dad just fixed him right up.”
Father gave him a raised eyebrow, and Evander shrugged. “Unicorn magic.”
“Unicorn magic.”
His wolf nudged Elliot and her pup back into play as they tried to wander off together.
“She’s lovely.” Father motioned his head toward her. “She truly is a wondrous specimen.”
“She’s a good mom.”
“She will be a fine protector for your children.”
“Yes. Elliot has a magpie.”
Father frowned. “A bird? A scavenger at that?”
“Gaaaar.” Elliot roared at his father. “My Eddie.”
Evander gave Father a look. “Elliot is very, very honored to have his Eddie, who is a great protector and warns them when any danger is near. Has been known to peck the eyes out of evil-doers.”
“Eeeeeeeeevil-doers!” Elliot roared.
Well done.Corbin told him.That was gorgeous. Don’t mention the martin, okay? It’s really hard to explain the kids’ weasel.
If you’re not good, I’m going to tell everybody that you called him a weasel.
And I’ll bite your ass and make you cry.
Anything but that.
He smiled as Father apologized to Elliot, explained that he had not understood.
Elliot took his hand and babbled at him. Every so often you could hear ‘birdy’ and ‘Eddie’. And then there was a bunch of nonsense that sounded very, very serious. And Father simply nodded and listened.
Do you think he understands him?Corbin asked.
Not a chance.Did it matter? Offense had been taken, apologies had been made, and now they were creating some sort of a strange antler-rock bond over a bird.
It was odd, but not any odder than anything else that he had met since he entered the human world.
From that point, his entire life had gone pear-shaped.
Corbin raised an eyebrow.I am not pear-shaped.
But sometimes you are vaguely pear-colored.Evander didn’t care that his life was irrevocably changed. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get any answers about what had happened with the fae woman the day of the picnic. So he decided just to let go and enjoy spending an afternoon with his mate, the children, his father, and his brothers.
He loved that they were all learning to be a whole new kind of family.
Chapter
Thirteen
Corbin was hungry.
No, that didn’t cover it. He wasn’t just hungry, he was starving. His belly was empty—at least, the parts that held food. The part that held the baby was starting to stick out pretty good. Not “oh my God, I swallowed a basketball,” but obvious, nonetheless.
And right now, said baby was telling him they were hungry. His stomach growled, in fact, like a giant dragon in its own right.
