After spending the rest of the night considering his options, Sawyer finally fell asleep; he’d talk to Glenn about it in the morning. But by the time he woke up, his mates were already dressed, talking about the new pups that arrived overnight. So he bit his tongue, unwilling to spoil their excitement.
At Glenn’s request, Sawyer found himself reluctantly agreeing to accompany Alex to the nursery after breakfast while Glenn went to a meeting with Dylon. Right then, he should have insisted they talk about his mate’s broken promise to him, but instead, he swallowed his hurt feelings and followed the plan Glenn had decided for them.
Standing with Alex at the nursery window, Sawyer finally realized unless he brought it up and cleared the air, not only would his relationship with Glenn suffer, but his relationship with Alex would, too. And with a cub on the way, it was imperative to avoid further stress on Alex. Their cub deserved nothing less.
Confrontations were always difficult for Sawyer. Knowing what should be said and then saying it went against his easygoing nature, which always prompted him to avoid conflict, even if it meant burying his own feelings. But this time, he had to find it in him to give voice to his hurt in order for their relationship to be stronger. “How did your meeting go with Dylon?” he asked, as Glenn joined them at the nursery window.
“Good,” Glenn said before looking at the three newborns. “Holy crap! Is that how small our cub will be?”
Snorting, Sawyer said, “What the fuck did you think? Our mate was going to give birth to a fully grown person?”
“Of course not,” Glenn said, shrugging. “I just thought they’d be bigger…you know, less breakable.”
Giggling, Alex said, “You can’t break a baby, tiger mate.”
Keeping his eyes on the three pups, “Glenn murmured, “It’s a good thing we’re only having one.”
“Right, my thoughts exactly,” Sawyer chuckled.
Finally turning to his mates, Glenn said, “I guess it’s also a good thing it’ll be some time before our cub arrives so we can make some plans.”
Rolling his eyes, Alex said, “I think we’re past the planning stage, our bun is already cooking in the oven.”
“He’s got a point,” Sawyer said, laughing. “That ship has sailed.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Glenn muttered.
“Well, it sounded like that,” Alex replied with a grin, before grasping his mates’ hands. “Let’s go and feed our bun and then afterward, you can tell us all about your discussion with Dylon.”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
Stopping, Alex frowned at his tiger mate. “Then why is our wolf mate so upset about you not keeping your promise to him?”
