Page 55 of Snowbound with the Alpha Wolf
“May I?” Tristan gestured to the baby, and Aiden handed her over to thewizard.
Tristan took the newborn into his arms, cooed to her. He placed a kiss on her forehead, murmured some words in the ancient language and handed her back to her proudfather.
“I gave her an ancient blessing,” he told Aiden. “Peyton will grow strong and courageous, likeher parents, and she will find a love in her life as steadfast as yours andNia’s.”
Emotion clogged Adrian’s throat at the look of pure love the other alpha gave to his newdaughter.
“She’s not dating until she’s forty,” Aiden said. He cooed. “You hear that, princess? No boys until you’reforty.”
“Make it fifty,” Tristan advised. “Muchsafer.”
Adrian grinned. He likedthese two and their easy, comfortable way with each other. A knot tightened in his chest. He wanted the same with Darcy—love, commitment and afamily.
But had he losther?
Tristan exchanged looks with Aiden. “Now that you’ve talked with Aiden, is there anything you wish to ask him,Adrian?”
“Or Tristan? He has as much experience as I do,” Aidenadded.
These two maleshad women they loved, and they were willing to help. “How do I get Darcy back? What do I say toher?”
Tristan sat on the floor, stretching out his long legs. “I’ve always found writing down my feelingshelps.”
Aiden gave the powerful wizard an arch look. “You write? Never took you for the creative sort. More like zap them into oblivion andleave.”
The wizard narrowed his eyes.“Watch it, Mitchell. We may be related now, but I can still fry you for being asmartass.”
Aiden held out his palm. “You owe me onedollar.”
As Tristan frowned, Mitchell added. “Everyone who swears in this house has to pay a fine of one dollar. I don’t want our daughter to hearcursing.”
Waving a hand, Tristan summoned a neatly wrapped pack of one hundred-dollar bills. Heset them on the bureau. “Here. That will jump start her college fund. Consider it an advance on my foul language because you drive me insane sometimes,Mitchell.”
Aidengrinned.
Writing down his feelings. Adrian liked the idea. “A letter,” he mused. “I’ll get started rightaway.”
