Page 24 of A Kitten for Alpha Kenny

This wasn’t my first time at one of these appointments, but I was confused by what I saw. One thing was for sure, though. There were two babies in there.

We could handle two. Two grown-ups, two babies. We could do this.

“Okay, so I’ve got all the images the healer needs. Let’s go through them one by one.” He moved the wand all the way to the left. “This is your son,” he said, pointing out everything that made him absolutely perfect.

“And this…” He moved the wand over. “This is your daughter A.”

Kenny blinked. “A.”

“So…not twins?” I swore I saw twins.

“No. Not twins.” He moved the wand again. “This is daughter B.”

My heart stuttered.

“This is daughter C…”

Wait. What? I counted on my fingers as I said the letters. How could I be growing that many babies at once? How did they all fit? Would there be enough room for them? And just when I was able to find the words to ask, the healer moved the wand over another baby.

“And this is daughter D. Your litter looks incredibly healthy. Just keep doing what you’re doing. And if at any point you have even a single concern, give us a call and come in.”

After he got to baby B, my only response to him had been a blank nod. I was in shock.

I knew I was big.

Twins seemed realistic.

But five?

Five babies?

Five!

The healer left to give me privacy to get dressed, and I turned to face my mate and held up my hand showing the number five. “Can we…have five kids?”

“No, my love,” Kenny said softly. “Your math is wrong. We’re going to have six kids, five of them babies.”

“That’s true.” We were going to need to buy a bus.

“Good thing we have a pack. One that will, if nothing else, come and dote on them so we can catch a couple of minutes’ sleep.”

How was he so calm?

“You’re completely okay with this?”

“Of course I am. They’re ours.” He bent down and kissed my belly. “Now let’s go home and tell Madeline.”

We stopped at the toy store on the way and picked out five little stuffies and one large one. We didn’t know if we were having wolves or kittens, so we got wolves wearing shirts with kittens on them. Seemed like the perfect choice. Madeline’s sported a tutu.

Swale was dropping her off just as we arrived. We asked him to stay so he too could hear the good news.

“We went to see the healer today,” I told her, holding up the gift bag. “And we got to see your siblings.”

“You got to see my sisters? All four of them?” She’d been right all along…sort of.

“We saw more than that.” I handed her the bag, and she took the stuffies out, one at a time. When she was done, she looked up.

“There are five baby wolves here and one big one.” She tapped her nose, the way she did when she thought intensely about something. “I’m having five sisters, not four? I was sure there were going to be four.”

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