“Kitchen.” Dad grabbed my arm. “You and Pop.”
Pop was already there, leaning against the counter.
“What's going on?” I looked between them. The visit had gone so well, so I thought. Perhaps it was too much and my folks were overwhelmed.
Dad closed the door. Oh no. This wasn’t good. It wasn’t just that he was going to lower his voice, but he was shutting us away from my mate and Rupert.
“It’s Thorne.”
“What about him?” I didn’t want to know but doubted I had a choice.
“I scented something.” Dad glanced at Pop who nodded. "When we had our fur, I picked it up. It was very faint, but we both recognized it.”
Was my mate ill? Shifters and their super-sized senses often sniffed out human illnesses before anyone else.
“He's pregnant, Raff.”
The kitchen swirled around me, and Pop grabbed me. Pregnant? A baby? My baby? Our baby?
Stop asking so many questions.
“Are you sure?” I couldn’t get excited if they were mistaken
“There’s no mistake,” Pop said.“Thorne probably doesn’t know yet because he’s only a few weeks along.”
I sat down before I could fall. My wolf was cheering.
Thorne was carrying our baby.
“You need to fill him in when you get home and then figure out when you’re going to tell Rupert.” Dad put a hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, of course.” I was more concerned with how Rupert would respond to the news. He’d been an only child for seven years, and now the new guy, me, and Thorne were going to bring a new baby into the home. Our little one would be his sibling but he’d no longer be an only child.
“Congratulations.” My folks beamed.
We hadn’t planned on a baby just yet, and I wondered if Bodie secretly had a hand in this. But I had to tell my legs to propel me into the living room, wake Rupert, and drive home where I’d tell my mate the news.
Life had a funny way of throwing curve balls.
