“Yes….and he would be just as bad as Josiah.”
After listening to Jackson, Kieran tugged on Logan’s arm and murmured, “Our spirit,macushla,talk to him.”
Alarmed, Logan looked down at his mate. “Why? Oh fuck…you’re having Squirt!”
“Are you really gonna name him Squirt?” asked Jackson, grinning.
“Call Mac!” Logan rose, cradling Kieran in his arms. “Tell him we’re on our way!”
Slapping Logan’s chest, Kieran giggled. “No silly. Squirt isn’t ready yet…which you would know if you just checked with our spirit.”
“Do you want me to call Mac?” asked Jackson.
Logan was silent for a moment, then grinned sheepishly at his brother. “No need…Squirt is fine.”
“Hey, bro,” said Jackson, “you really have to stop panicking every time Kieran mentions…”
“Talk to our spirit,macushla!Now!”
Finally paying attention to what their spirit had to say, relief flooded Logan, knowing Squirt would be safe. Sitting back down with Kieran, he kissed him, before looking over at Jackson. “I can’t tell you what our spirit said, but I can assure you Rudy will never become Alpha of the Silver Point Pack.”
Studying his brother, Jackson found what he needed and nodded slowly. “Good, but you still have to call Reeve.”
“I’ll call him now and get this over with,” Logan replied.
~/~/~/~/~
Unpacking the groceries his mother bought, Kahn asked, “When did Patty say she would call?”
“Mom!” CeCe yelled, running down the stairs and skidding to a stop next to her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going shopping?”
Elenor set down the bag of flour before turning around to pin her daughter with a look that had CeCe squirming. “Don’t you have something you want to say to your brother?”
Lowering her eyes, CeCe mumbled, “Sorry.”
“For what, CeCe?” Elenor asked, sternly.
Sighing dramatically, CeCe said, “I’m sorry for what I said yesterday.”
“And?” Elenor prodded.
“For blaming you,” CeCe added.
“Thanks,” Kahn said, giving his sister a hug. There were times his sisters drove him crazy but he wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Snatching a bag of chips off the counter, CeCe tore it open, dug one out, and popped it into her mouth. “Ohhh…these are good.”
Plucking the bag out of her daughter’s hand, Elenor said, “These are for the party tonight. I can make you a sandwich instead.”
CeCe’s eyes grew big. “A party? For who?”
“Whom,” Kahn mumbled. “For whom.”
“Who…whom…whatever… just tell me why there’s a party.”
“Kahn found his Fated Mate,” Elenor replied. “So I’m cooking a celebratory dinner for your brother and Reeve.”
Turning to her brother, CeCe asked, “Really? When did this happen?”
