Chapter 39
The first thing Dylon noticed when he awoke the next morning was someone missing from his bed. Glancing at their shimmering silver life thread, he chuckled. His mate was already up taking care of their pups.Unfuckingbelievable! I’m a dad! Holy shit! I don’t know anything about being a dad to a daughter…a son, maybe…but a daughter? Not a fucking clue.Deciding his daddy duties required helping his mate with their pups, he rose, slipped on his jeans and padded barefoot to the room where Cody was already changing their daughter. Coming up behind him, he kissed his mate’s neck before saying in a sleep roughened voice, “Good morning, ma moitié. How’s our daughter feeling today?”
Cody felt tingles of desire racing along his spine as he listened to Dylon’s voice. Turning his head, he leaned over and bit his mate’s lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. “She’s doing fine, all changed and ready for her bottle. Your son is waiting for you to do the same for him,” Cody said, smirking.
“Aahhh, changing him? Like…with a diaper?”
“No, with a wand! Of course, with a diaper…you do know how to change a diaper, don’t you?”
Dylon sheepishly shook his head. He had mastered every form of martial arts at the Universal Paranormal High Council Elite Fighting Force School, yet here he stood, failing his very first test of being a dad. Luckily, Cody took pity on him, and after putting their daughter back in her crib, he moved to the other one. Carrying his son over to the dresser he’d rigged up as a changing table, he placed their son down in the cradle of blankets he’d made. “It’s very important you keep a hand on his chestlike this while you are getting the supplies ready,” Cody said, showing Dylon where to place his hand.
“Why?”
“So he doesn’t roll over and fall. Pups this age are learning to roll over and they try to do it all the time. When we’re home and I have a proper changing table, you won’t have to do this because he’ll be strapped in. Now grab a diaper from the stack and set it down next to him. Place yourself in front of him, so you can use both hands to unsnap the onesie at the crotch and then pull it up until it clears the diaper.”
Dylon followed the instructions and smiled when he’d managed all that.Fuck!This wasn’t too hard. “Okay, now what?”
“Pull on these tabs…yeah like that. And then the diaper will fall open so you can remove it by grabbing your son’s ankles in one hand, lifting his bottom up and pulling the soiled diaper out with the other hand.” Cody watched as Dylon, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, focused on coordinating his actions.
“I did it!” exclaimed Dylon as he dropped the used diaper on the floor. As he lowered his son’s legs, he was suddenly soaked as his son peed all over him. Dylon’s jawed dropped. “Did you see what he did to me? What the fuck? Couldn’t he wait until I got the new one on him?” Grabbing the new diaper, Dylon opened it and held it over his son’s crotch. Using his other hand, he grabbed another and started soaking up the piss on his son’s body before moving to his arms and chest. Glancing at his mate, he found Cody shaking with laughter. “Very fucking funny,” Dylon growled. “Why didn’t you warn me that was going to happen?”
“What? I didn’t know he was going to do that.”
“But you knew it was a possibility, right?”
“Well, it has happened to me maybe once or twice, but it was a long time ago.”
“Uh huh,” Dylon said with a bit of sarcasm. “What’s next?”
“Let me get a wet washcloth and a towel to clean him off and then you can diaper him. Just a minute.”
Dylon glanced at the retreating back of his mate before turning his attention back to his son. “Hey Buddy, we need to have a talk. I understand it’s fun to spray with your fire hose, but no can do that on me. There is a time and a place for having fun with it…like in the woods against a tree…you know to see how high it can spray? Trees are really handy for that kind of stuff…oh, I know…and writing your name on a boulder…cool shit, and the best thing about it is it dries so no one knows you were there…well, maybe another wolf. That’s not important right now…what is important is you know there is a time and place for having fun with your fire hose and spraying your daddy isn’t one of them.”
Cody leaned against the doorway and listened to the last part of Dylon’s first lecture to their son. Right then, if he had any doubts about his mate embracing parenthood, they were dispelled by the sweetness of Dylon’s conversation with his son. He walked over to his mate and son, smiling goofily as he tucked away this memory in a special place in his mind. After washing and drying his son, Cody helped Dylon finish the diapering just as Kieran came in with their bottles.
“Is everything all right in here?”
“It’s perfect,” Cody replied as he took the two bottles. Then giving one to Dylon, he picked up his daughter andsat in the chair to feed her as his mate did the same with their son.
“Yeah I can see that. Anything else you need?”
“No, I think we got this…Wait, do you know their names? The names their parents gave them?” asked Dylon.
“Don’t you want to give them new names?” asked Kieran.
“We’d like to use the names their parents picked for them. I know it’s not much but at least they’ll grow up knowing their names came from their birth parents who loved them very much,” Cody said.
Smiling, Kieran, thinking the Fates picked the perfect parents for the twins, said, “The girl is Jessica and the boy is Jake. When they arrived, their first names were embroidered on their t-shirts.”
Cody and Dylon looked at each other smiling, before saying together, “Jake and Jessica!”
“I love them,” exclaimed Cody. “Perfect names for our perfect babies!”
“Do you know anything else about them?” asked Dylon.
“Other than they’re Tundra pups, no. When Arald brought them to me, he’d gotten rid of everything except their clothes. He insisted I burn those the next day. He didn’t want anyone to trace who they belonged to.” Kieran said.
“When are the buyers coming?” asked Dylon, an idea forming in his head.
