Maggie cooed happily in my arms, looking up at me, her tiny, chubby fist reaching up to touch my face.
“You already developing your right hook?” I asked as I walked into the apartment. The baby babbled in agreement.
Of all the jobs we had done over the years, I could honestly say that protecting Mable and her pack was the most fulfilling. When we’d started protecting them, it had just been four single idiots. Now they had an omega and a baby.
At the play mat, I sat down, laying the baby on her back so she could touch the many toys hovering above the area.
She was so small and full of so many possibilities. That was what I liked about babies. They were blank slates who hadn’t been tainted by the world yet.
“You know, you and I need to have a conversation about boys,” I muttered. “How old are girls when they start to date?” I wondered out loud.
“Never, if we have anything to say about it,” Devin greeted as he entered the room.
“Hey. Your omega just ran off to do her hair,” I said.
“Cool, noworries. We’re hoping to go on a family date tonight—just to a restaurant at a park.”
I nodded. “Do you want me to get one of the others?” Usually, when they went out, two or three of us would go with them.
Devin shook his head. “Honestly, I don’t think it’s needed. Ever since Saint publicly told the world how obsessed he is with Mable, the fangirls have backed off.”
That was true. There had been a lot less fan mail since they publicly announced they had an omega and a child.
“You’re right there,” I said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the Chargers canceled our contract soon.”
Devin frowned. “We’ve talked about that possibility as a pack. If that’s the case, come to us, and we’ll pay out of pocket to keep you guys. We’d much rather have the security of knowing that Mable and Maggie are safe.”
Warmth filled my chest, but my face didn’t show it. There was something about the vote of confidence Pack Garnett gave us—that they would be willing to spend their own money to keep us on because they trusted us—it made me unexpectedly happy.
It also meant I would still be on campus regularly, near Flora.
But I wasn’t going to say that.
Then again, if our contract with the Chargers ended, I doubted we would take on another job, anyway, until we were certain Flora was safe.
“You know we love working for you guys,” I said, picking up the baby and tickling her tummy. “If you want us to stay, we’ll stay. Hey, think how much fun it would be to boss Spencer around.”
Devin burst into laughter. “You and I both know that nomatter how much money I’m paying the man, I’ll never be able to boss him around.”
I snorted. That was the truth. Spencer was stubborn to the core. Hell, we all were—but Spencer was a bit more obvious about it.
“She likes you, you know,” Devin said, watching his daughter play with my facial hair.
“I think she’s okay,” I laughed, playfully nipping at her chubby little fist and making her giggle. “How long until you guys try for another one?”
In the past, I never would have asked such personal things of my clients, but over the last year or two, Pack Garnett had felt like an extension of our family.
Plus, if there was going to be another baby, we needed to know for security reasons.
“If it were up to me, right away.” He laughed. “Mable needs time to heal, though. But she loves being a mother. She lights up every time she’s with Maggie. It’s amazing to watch.”
“I don’t know how she’s studying and raising a baby,” I said.
“Stubbornness and a lot of support.”
Hmm.
We could give Flora a lot of support, and she was stubborn. Was there the potential for more when it came to her and us?
