Page 42 of Wrong Number, Right Lion

“And there are no rules. We can add to the letters both before and after the baby is born.”

“Or toss them into the fire and start again.” Thinking like that made it easier to start writing, though Kalen said our child might get a laugh from our rejects.

My little darling,

We haven’t met face to face, but you are part of me,and I know you aren’t a morning person. We’ll have to talk about that after you’re born.

I have so many dreams for you, but the only two that matter are that you are healthy and happy.

You might have a lion inside you, but if so, you won’t meet them for years, but your father and his lion will teach you about shifters and love you as much as I do.

And you already have a sister named Princess. She’s kinda small at the moment, but she’ll grow as you will and she’ll provide shade for you and us.

I love you to the moon, around the sun and the solar system, and back.

Love, hugs, and kisses,

Daddy

“Now what?” We tucked the letters away in the dresser drawer.

“What if we write predictions and put them in a jar?” Kalen pulled an empty coffee jar from the floor.

“Like what?”

He tugged his hair. “Should we guess what color hair the baby will have?”

I wroteI think you’ll have the same color hair like your alpha fatherand scrunched the paper up before tossing it into the jar.

“You’re not going to show me what you wrote?”

“Nope. I don’t want to influence your prediction.” I thought of what else we could predict. “I know. Will the baby be handy with tools like his alpha dad?”

I wrote mine, and we placed our predictions in the jar.

“Hair or no hair?” he asked.

“You want our child to be bald?”

“When they’re born, love.”

“Oh.” I tried to recall my baby pics, and I had a few tufts of hair but not much.

We continued coming up with ideas that included foods they might like, what time they’d be born, their first word, and if they’d play football.

Kalen put the jar away, and I yawned. “That was tiring and…” I snuggled up to him, “…thirsty work.” I cradled my belly. “The baby and I are hungry again. Are there any leftover pancakes?”

“There might be.” He headed for the door. “And more hot chocolate?”

“Yes, please.”

When the baby arrived there would be sleepless nights, days when I didn’t have time to shower, and I’d have drool, baby sick, and poop on my clothes.

I’d embrace it all, though if the universe could see to it that the poop stayed in the diaper, that would be great.

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KALEN

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