We get to the last kennel in the row, and I don’t need to know anything else. Her sweet face says it all.
“This is Zara,” Sienna says with so much tenderness. “She’s a four-year-old golden retriever. She is the absolute sweetest girl. I would take her home myself if my guys wouldn’t strangle me for bringing home another animal.”
She bends down, opening the kennel. Zara looks up with wide eyes that are a little wary from where she’s lying on a plush dog bed.
The boys both kneel down and hold out their hands. She hesitates for another second before moving to stand. It takes her a little more effort to do so because she only has three legs.
“She was in an accident about six months ago and ended up losing her leg,” Sienna says, speaking a little quieter to us while the boys pet Zara. “Her name means ‘warrior,’ and that’s exactly what she’s been. She has been resilient through everything and didn’t let it take her sweet nature away.”
Linc surprises all of us. “She’s ours.”
I feel like I’m going to cry for the second time today. “Yeah, she is.”
Wyatt and Kane both nod.
“Do we get to take her home with us?” Mav asks.
“We aren’t leaving here without her,” Kane says.
“We needed to even out the gender ratio a little bit anyway,” Wyatt says.
Sienna laughs, patting me on the shoulder. “I’ll go get the paperwork squared away,” she says before heading out to the front desk.
I look down at the boys who are both completely enthralled with our newest addition to the family. Wyatt steps a little closer to Kane and me.
“There are other ways we could try and narrow that gender ratio,” he says with a wink.
“Or it could make it more in our favor,” Kane says.
“What the hell are you guys talking about?” I ask.
“Babies,” Linc says.
“We could always makelotsof babies,” Wyatt says, grinning at me. He emphasizes the word “lots,” like he loves the idea.
I shrug. “Might be worth a shot.”
Wyatt’s eyes narrow. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” I shrug again. “We want to have more kids. Right?”
They all nod.
“Then… why wait? I love you guys. You love me. We love all of them.” I motion toward the trio on the ground. “Why not add another couple to the mix?”
Wyatt steps in front of me, bracketing my face with his hands. “Are you telling me I get to try and knock you up?”
“Are you telling me you have a breeding kink?” I ask quietly, waggling my eyebrows.
“With you? Absolutely.”
“I guess I’ll stop taking the pill,” I say.
“I will throw it in the trash for you,” Kane says with his hand still in mine.
“I’ll take the trash to the dumpster,” Wyatt adds.
“We don’t have a dumpster,” Linc says.
