He takes a bite of my pie, and I watch his face closely as he chews.
“Well?” I ask, impatient.
He takes the fork from my hand, picks up the pie from the counter, and walks away with the whole damn thing.
It’s not the first time he’s done this.
“You can’t keep doing that, Wyatt!” I yell after him as he walks out of the kitchen. “That’s atastingpie, not a grab-the-whole-thing-and-disappear-into-your-workshop-with-it pie. I need opinions on taste and texture.”
“No need.” He waves his fork at me without turning. “This is perfect.”
I look for help from the three alphas eating breakfast at the dining table.
Knox shakes his head. “It’s not worth fighting to pry it out of his hand. He nearly took my eye out last time.”
“He’ll lock his workshop door again,” Hunter adds. “And that lock is secure. I kicked it twice, and he just laughed.”
I look to Elias.
“Sorry, beautiful,” he says with a sympathetic smile. “Man is crazy possessive over your pies. That’s not a fight anyone can win.”
With a sigh, I slunk over to the dining table and take a seat.
Or I try to.
My seven-month pregnant belly always gets in the way.
Elias saves me from toppling off my chair by sliding his arm around my waist and hauling me into his lap.
I don’t even fight him
In fact, I sigh, then I moan when he gives my lower back a firm massage that feels like nirvana.
“That’s it,” I moan. “I’m never moving again.”
“Then we will live on this dining chair forever.” He presses his smiling lips against my forehead. “There are worse fates than my beautiful mate stopping me from getting up.”
Finding out I was pregnant was one of the happiest days of my life. My alphas were happier than I was and started planning a nursery for our baby before I’d called my sister to tell her the news.
Oh, and we bought the farmhouse.
Given how settled we were here, the landlord knew the old farmhouse he had loved too much to let go of would become a new family home we would love as much as he and his wife had.
“Are you sure you feel up to today, darlin’?” An unexpected voice comes from the kitchen doorway.
I crack my eyelids open, sliding my gaze to Wyatt leaning against the doorframe with a fork in hand and a truly scary lack of pie in the pie pan. “You were gone for less than a minute.How?!”
He happily licks his fork. “It’s good pie.”
Knox eyes the pie, starts to get up, and immediately sinks back into his seat when Wyatt clenches his fingers around the fork and glares at him.
Knox shoots me a knowing look. “See? Dangerous. He’d stab me in the ass if I try for the pie.”
Yeah, I do see.
I lean my head against Elias’s shoulder, my lips twitching as I desperately hold my laughter in. “You meanagain?” My voice cracks on the last word.
I clap a hand over my mouth, my body shaking.
