Page 115 of Surprise Mother Pucker

I would never admit it to her, but I was secretly thrilled at that choice because it meant I got moments of joy, like late-night snuggling with my son as I fed him a bottle.

Charlotte didn’t seem to fully grasp what Samuel was—she seemed to be under the impression he was just another baby doll, and she wanted to cuddle him a lot.

At least she liked him. Kennedy’s nerves the first time our children met each other had been palpable. I had no idea why she was anxious. Charlotte was the sweetest little girl I had ever met—and I wasn’t being biased because she was mine.

And she was—mine, that was.

We had all been referring to her as ours, but it was like, once Samuel came home, everything solidified. Every member of my pack was Dada, and I didn’t feel possessive or unhappy with that. Fuck, it felt natural. During the later months of Kennedy’s pregnancy, I’d worried whether I’d be able to share. Normally, a pack would be totally clueless when it came to who fathered a baby, making the group of dads thing easier. We knew exactly who fathered our two children, but ultimately, that didn’t matter.

Storm had looked terrified when he first held Samuel.

“Dude… do they all start this tiny?” he asked in a panicked voice.

“Charlotte was a whole pound smaller.” Kennedy smiled as she watched Storm do his best not to freak out.

“Oh god,” he muttered, looking to his pack mates in a panic.

We laughed as Kennedy scooped Samuel out of his arms and snuggled him close to her chest.

The bottle was easy enough to make one-handed, an art I had perfected over the last few nights. Kennedy had said she was happy to do some night feeds, but she was exhausted from growing and birthing our sweet little spawn and needed sleep to heal.

She hadn’t been disturbed in the night once since coming home. The guys and I were all on duty constantly, ensuring nothing disturbed our omega.

“You want me to change him while you do that?” Storm asked sleepily from the doorway.

“Sure, what are you doing awake?”

“Char was fussing, so I didn’t want to sleep just yet,” he said, holding out his hands for the baby.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

Storm shrugged. “The way I see it, I am due many, many diaper changes after not being there for Charlotte.”

I chuckled. “Well, if you want to ease your guilt by taking the dirty job, I won’t say no,” I said, passing him the baby.

Storm gently rocked the baby, a dopey grin plastered across his face. Storm had taken to parenthood better than I had ever imagined he could.

When the truth of Charlotte's parentage had been discovered, I would be lying if I said I didn't have my reservations. The Storm standing in front of me was a completely different man to the Storm of ten months ago.

“How’s Kennedy doing?” Storm asked. “Charlotte’s loving the sleepovers, by the way. She’s just insisting she peeks in on baby brother occasionally.”

“Good, she’s mainly just sleeping. Our son has been surprisingly easy,” I said.

Storm gave me a startled look. “Dude, don’t jinx it!”

I laughed, throwing my head back.

We were both silent for a moment while I finished prepping Samuel’s bottle and Storm changed his diaper.

“There you go, little man, all clean,” Storm cooed as he snapped the fasteners on his onesie closed.

He padded over to me, Samuel tucked in his arms, going to hand him over. “You want to feed him?” I asked.

Storm paused for a second, before nodding, taking the bottle out of my hand. “Are you sure?”

“I can go start the dishwasher while you do that,” I explained. It was total bullshit. I didn't need to mess with the dishwasher, but I could tell that Storm would love an opportunity to feed Samuel.

By the time I returned from the pointless task, Storm was sitting on the sofa as Samuel guzzled his nighttime feed.

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