“It wasn’t pregnant whims. It was your paternal instinct. My guess is that you probably have a little pup in there and you were hardcore nesting early.”
“Would you be disappointed if it wasn’t?” We didn’t and wouldn’t know if our baby was a wolf for years.
“Absolutely not. As long as they look like you and are healthy, I’m a happy, happy alpha.”
“And what if they look like you?”
“Then I’ll feel bad for them,” he teased and kissed my forehead.
“I love you, Raff, and not because you bought me a house and gave me a family.”
“Nah, I didn’t think so. I figured it was because I had a huge… schlong.”
“That doesn’t hurt.”
He barked out a laugh loud enough that we heard footsteps coming down from the attic ten seconds later.
“I guess we woke him up. No morning cuddles for you.” I rolled out of bed, needing the momentum to get up. My belly was now growing to the point where it was affecting my movement.
“Not to worry. He’s got school today, and we don’t have work.” He winked.
“Afternoon delight it is.”
