Page 36 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Everything I had learned about Kennedy pointed to her being painfully sweet and selfless. She was always looking to take care of those around her, but no one seemed to be taking care ofher.

Well, that was about to change.

Taking one final look around the kitchen, I pulled up the contact info for Micha’s mom, and she picked up after one ring.

“Eli, my dear! Are you doing okay? Please don't tell me you're still working yourself to the bone for that PhD.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the familiar warm voice of Mrs. Jones coming through the phone. “The workload is intense, but that's not why I'm calling you. What food do I need to give to a seven-month-old baby? Is formula enough?”

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment as my words sank in. “What have you been up to?”

“Not that.” I laughed lightly. “I've been seeing a girl. Her name is Kennedy, and she has a baby. I came to pick her up for a date tonight, and she is so sick, as is Charlotte, her baby. I managed to convince her I would take care of everything, so she would get some sleep, but now I’m lost,” I admitted.

“Does Kennedy have no family who can keep an eye on them?”

“None.”

Mrs. Jones let out an unhappy sigh. “That’s terrible. Okay, you said her daughter is seven months old, yes?”

“That’s right. I found several kinds of formula, and she also keeps really detailed notes on the fridge, so I know exactly how much formula Charlotte is drinking and what times she needs the fever medication. But I thought I better check, since I don’t want to wake Kennedy. She was dead on her feet.”

“The poor dear. Honestly, if the baby is sick, sticking to formula is probably a good idea. She’s at the age where she’ll be eating a few solids, but when she’s sick, that's the last thing you want to give her. Just give her formula and see if she'll take it. Are you on your own?”

“Not for long. Before I called you, I called your wayward son, who is currently going to the grocery store to pick up supplies, since there isn’t much here and I think Kennedy could use a good meal.”

Mrs. Jones hummed in agreement. “She sounds like an important girl, if you are doing so much for her. I can't imagine how much she's struggling with a baby all on her own. I had enough difficulty raising my Micha, and he had three dads to take on some of the workload.”

“We've been on a few dates, and it's been going well. I was thinking about introducing her to the pack soon.”

“Oh, that's marvelous. I'm so happy for you, my boy. If my Micha does anything to piss you off, let me know, and I willmake him suffer. Also, if he's on his way to the store, you should probably have him get an extra container or two of formula. That stuff is expensive, and you're probably going to mess up the first bottle…” She trailed off.

I smirked, even though she couldn’t see it. “Already done,” I said, pride leaching into my voice.

Mrs. Jones laughed. “I knew you were the smart one. Now, go look after the girls, and if you need any help, I'm right here. Hell, if you want me to, I will come down and help out in person,” she said. “But I get the impression that you want to help her yourself right now.”

“I do, but I want to do it right.”

“If it's the flu or common cold, then they just need rest, lots of fluids, and a good meal. Anything you can do to make her life easier would be greatly appreciated, I’m sure.”

“Thank you. I mean it.”

“Hopefully, at some point in the future, I can meet this lovely Kennedy and her baby.”

“I can assure you, you will be the first of the parents to know.” I smiled.

“Good! I dealt with all four of you boys being bratty little teenagers. I get first dibs on meeting my new granddaughter.”

I laughed. “You're coming on a little strong there.”

Mrs. Jones hummed. “I'm not so sure. I don't think you would call me about looking after a baby for just any girl. And you're not like Storm or Charlie—you’re far more serious than them. They can be led around far too easily by what's in their pants.”

I snorted a laugh. She wasn’t wrong, but it was still funny to hear. “I like how you left your son off that list.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about. My sweet boy is a virgin, and he will never know about filthy things until he’s married and mated,” she said primly.

“Wasn't it you who found his stash of porno magazines under his bed when he was fourteen?”

She groaned. “Eli, I have spent every day of my life since trying to forget that. Now, go help your girls and call back if you need anything.”

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