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“Oh, my God.” Becky laughed, tears already spilling down her cheeks. “Another boy.”

Sloan finally tore his gaze from the screen to look at his mate. He knew she'd been hoping for a little girl, but the happiness on her face told him she was just as thrilled as he was. Damn, he loved this woman. She'd come into his life and turned everything he thought he knew about himself upside down, and now she was giving him a son.

“A boy,” Sloan repeated, his voice a little rougher than he'd intended.

“Yes, Daddy. A boy.” Dawn laughed softly. “And from what I'm seeing, he's not being shy about showing it off.”

“Oh, Lord. Another male in the house.” Becky wiped at her cheeks. “I'm going to be so outnumbered.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Sloan leaned down and kissed her, putting everything he couldn't seem to say into that kiss. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers for a moment, not giving a damn that Dawn was standing right there.

“You happy?” Becky whispered.

“More than you know.” Sloan brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “You?”

“Of course I am.” Becky glanced back at the screen. “Frankie's going to have a little brother.”

Sloan smiled at that. Frankie was an amazing young man, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind he'd be a great big brother. He'd watched Frankie grow into someone he was damn proud of, and the thought of seeing him with his little brother was something Sloan was already looking forward to.

“He's going to have Frankie teaching him everything he knows,” Sloan teased with a huge grin.

“Which is exactly why I'm worried.” Becky laughed, giving him a playful smack on the arm. “Between you and Frankie, I'm going to have my hands full keeping this little bundle from being a terror.”

Sloan laughed with a nod. “True.”

Dawn continued moving the transducer, giving them another look at their son before saving a few images. Sloan watched the little guy moving around on the screen, wondering if his son had any idea how much his life was about to change. In less than a month, he'd be holding that tiny little Warrior in his arms, and the thought both excited and scared the living hell out of him.

He'd never been afraid of much, but this was different. This little boy would depend on him for everything, and for the first time in a very long time, Sloan found himself wondering if he was going to be good enough. He glanced at Becky, who was still smiling at the screen, and knew that whatever mistakes he made along the way, he wouldn't be making them alone. His mate would be beside him every step of the way, and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

His gaze returned to the screen, and a slow smile spread across his face.

Holy fucking shit, he was really going to be a father. To a son. His son. His throat tightened as tears blurred his vision.

CHAPTER 10

Daniel stepped out of the showers after a hard workout he'd hoped would take the edge off. Sometimes pushing himself physically helped, but most of the time, it didn't do a damn thing. He was tossing his towel into his bag when Steve walked into the locker room and dropped his own bag onto the bench.

“What’s up, Steve?” Daniel asked, glancing over at him.

“Got some new recruits starting tonight.” Steve pulled off his shirt and dug through his bag for a workout shirt. “Jax wanted me here to help out. If you aren't busy, you should stick around.”

“Might just do that.” Daniel had nothing better to do, and keeping busy was probably a good idea.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Steve asked as he sat down to change his shoes.

“Yeah.” Daniel leaned against the wall, waiting. With Steve, you never knew what the hell was going to come out of his mouth, which was something Daniel found entertaining as hell. Sure, he could read the Warrior's thoughts, but he never did. Steve was...well, Steve, and Daniel preferred being surprised by whatever came out of his mouth.

“Has Drew been talking to you a lot about things?” Steve finished tying his shoes before looking up at Daniel.

“Sometimes.” Daniel frowned, not expecting that question. “Why?”

“Do you remember before you became the Demon Slayer, when you said Drew was going to be important to you?” Steve's expression had turned serious, something Daniel didn't see from him often.

Daniel had been born the Demon Slayer, but he kept that little correction to himself. “Yes.”

“How?”

Daniel hesitated, wondering how best to answer that question. Before he could decide, Steve took his silence as reluctance to answer.