Joanna was a pack member who owned a local real estate company. She’d helped me find my current house and, if we found a new one, was the perfect choice to sell it.
“Are we not able to do any of the deciding?” I teased.
“Nope. If Kenny’s going to be working here, then he gets relocation help—just like you did.”
I didn’t bother arguing with that not actually being a normal thing—not even for around here. Our alpha was big into making sure his pack members had what they needed, and that looked different for everyone.
For whatever reason, that night in the diner, even though I wasn’t pack, Alpha Aspen had taken a shine to Madeline and me I couldn’t imagine where my life would’ve taken us if he hadn’t.
Madeline was done with classes and in her after-school-care portion of the day when we picked her up. She was thrilled to go look at houses. Every one we walked into, she found something to love. And really, they were all fine. But if we were going to move, I wanted it to be one time—and to find the perfect place. It wasn’t a realistic expectation, but given we had no time crunch, I wasn’t in a rush.
We spent four days looking at houses, but none of them were quite right. At least not until we walked into the only one on the list I thought wasn’t worth looking at. I had been so wrong.
The windows let in so much natural light and in the living room, the light refracted through them perfectly, forming little rainbows that danced on the wooden floor.
Madeline ran over to them and twirled and twirled and twirled. “It’s a fairy house!” she singsonged. “Do you think my room has fairies, too?” Notthebedroom butmyroom.
And just like that, we knew we were home.
Three weeks later, we were moving in.
“You know, my love…” Kenny wrapped his arms around me, placing his hand on my belly—which was still just as flat as before.
That’s how it had been with Madeline, too. I didn’t look pregnant until, suddenly, I looked like I was very pregnant. Pregnancy was wild.
“There are enough bedrooms here that if you have a full-on litter, we have room.”
I turned in his arms and scowled at him.
“I am not having a litter.” Although, given that he was a shifter too—and another animal who often did have litters—it was actually quite possible I was.
“Okay, my love.” He kissed the dip in my nose. “Whatever you say, but fair warning, Madeline told me she’s having four sisters. But what do I know?”
I’d heard her say it, too. But wishful thinking did not make reality. Probably.
“Papa!” Madeline ran from her bedroom with two tutus in her hands—and they were identical aside from size.
“Why do you have two of those?” I had a feeling I already knew.
“Because I went shopping with Grandpa Swale, and I saw this, and I said, ‘Papa needs this!’ and he agreed.”
She handed Kenny the one she’d purchased for him, and I could barely contain my giggle. He’d been warned. From the very first time she saw him shift, she said he needed one. Most alphas would’ve discouraged her. Not that he was a pack alpha anymore, a change that had us both happy.
“We’re in a new house, and we haven’t even shifted yet.” She stepped into her tutu. “Papa, your wolf can dance now!”
“Then dance he shall.” Kenny walked toward the back door, not a single hesitation in his step.
Okay. We were doing this.
We undressed on the back deck. I loved our backyard. It was huge and private. I didn’t have to worry about a pissy neighbor here, for sure.
I shifted first, wanting not to miss a second of my mate’s wolf dressed in a sparkly tutu. In hindsight, I should’ve waited to shift so I could get a picture of it—because if he wasn’t theepitome of a great dad in that moment, dancing around in a magenta tutu with Madeline, I wasn’t sure there ever was one.
If a human had stumbled upon us that afternoon, they’d have wondered if they were dreaming. Big-ass wolves didn’t stand on their hind legs, wearing a tutu, and letting a little girl hold their front paws as she sang a song and taught them a dance. None except for Kenny, aka best papa ever.
Chapter Fifteen
Kenny