Page 86 of His Temporary Alpha Mate
Kade ran to put up a silencing ward as soon as Sebastian’s father was out of the room so Sebastian could break down in peace. Jasper went to the alpha, taking him in his arms before Kade joined in.
When my mate returned, he wrapped me in a hug, clinging to me and shaking with panic.
“What are we going to do? All of us out there will be a nightmare. Anything could happen,” his fear leached into his words.
I didn’t know, could barely react, too concerned for Sebastian to even think of the monumental task we had. Register the babies in person, or face jail. It was lunacy! Yet, we had no other option.
“There’s no choice. We’ll find a way. There’s nothing else we can do.”
Early
Dalton
Brainstorming a strategy for doing these stupid birth registrations took up most of a week after the ill-fated meeting with the mayor.
We couldn’t go to Sweetwater to do it. Their office was closed for renovations after a pretty serious fire took out a chunk of the building. Luckily, there was no loss of life or serious injury as the fire had begun after office hours. Was I suspicious of this? Damn right I was.
Still, it meant we had to go to Northarbor.
The constant back and forth nearly gave me a headache, not that I really could get them now, thanks to my super healing. Stressing over it was affecting my sleep, having an impact on everything else.
It was the elves who came up with the solution. Or rather, Ingal. He was over at the house moving some more of his things and organizing the evergrowing pile of baby stuff when I complained about the situation.
What? He was a great sounding board!
Ingal turned to me with a frown on his face and said, “can’t you just portal in and out?”
Simple as that.
Rejuvenated now that there was a potential plan in place, I ran it by Deke and Chase. They liked the plan. The only snag was the registrar. We had to get them to agree to lower the ward in place to prevent portals long enough for us to enter. They would have to keep them down long enough so we could portal out again.
In and out. Such a beautifully simple plan.
The registrar was accepting of this plan as long as we didn’t communicate it outside of the necessary parties and that we weren’t late when we did make the appointment.
Grady and Trey were due before me, so we would have them as a trial run.
Or so I thought.
Yeah, I jinxed myself.
I woke up just over three and a half months pregnant, in my raccoon form as usual. When I went to shift to relieve myself in the bathroom, I couldn’t shift back. My alter wouldn’t let the man part of us take over again. I called out for Larken over our bond, buthe had gone to work already on an early gate shift and was too far away to hear me. Not good.
Aside from me and my pets, the house was empty. Still, I had a decent relationship with my raccoon half, so I tried to persuade them again.
Come on,I urged my alter.Shift back so I can pee.
My raccoon, ever the smart ass, demonstrated that they were perfectly capable of using and even flushing the toilet, thank you very much. Washing our paws was hard, but they sort of managed it, even if they did leave the tap on a little. At least they tried, right?
We need to shift. I’m hungry.I tried to urge them again to give me control.
Once again, my alter showed that they were no fool, and took us off to the kitchen to find something for us to eat. They would provide for us. We had to be in this form for the babies.
Balancing with such a distended stomach was no easy feat, yet my trash panda self did it with ease. Honestly, they made me look clumsy in comparison. They used the bar stools to get up on the countertop, then scurried along to the pantry cabinet where all the real goodies were.
Of course they had clocked the cookies and breakfast pastries.
Spice thought this was the best thing ever and raced to join us where he wasn’t supposed to go. His squeakswere just too adorable. Shame I was about to burst that bubble.
