Page 4 of Having the Bear's Baby

It was the first time someone had something productive to share.

Liam’s bluish-gray eyes lit up as he saw his sister start to grin.

“You’ve been keeping something from me, I can tell. What is it, and why have you taken so long to share it?”

Her grin turned into a full-faced smile. “Well, I’m a fan of watching you get berated by mom. That never gets old for me. But I also wasn’t sure how serious you are about wanting a family.”

Liam’s face became stern. “I do want those things. Especially with the way age is creeping up on me. And it’s not due to fear if that’s what you’re thinking. I have always wanted a large family. I just … I don’t know. I’m having a hard time finding the person I want to share that dream with.” He took a breath, not wanting to say this next part.

“What?” Lillian asked, safely assuming he was keeping something from her as well.

“I really have been looking, Lil. When you think I’m here working or busy with clan things, I have been trying to meet women. I told you, I really am looking and trying. I just haven’t had any luck. It’s becoming more and more discouraging. That’s why I’ve been so irritated with mom not letting up.”

Liam had a hard time admitting this vulnerability, even to his sister. He was strong, stronger than most. His advantage wasn’t just his height, but it was also his underestimated brute strength, which lay hidden behind his athletic frame. He wasn’t built like a bear but was just as strong as one.

This aided in his confidence as an alpha, along with his wit and problem-solving abilities. Liam was as keen and intelligent as they came. He was also observant and methodical. His calm demeanor added to his rational way of thinking, which allowed him to be an influential and effective alpha.

This outlook carried over to his future parenting skills as well. It wasn’t fear so much as wanting to make sure he had a good mother for his future children and someone he also enjoyed.

He didn’t feel like that was asking too much.

The irony of it all was that he seemed able to handle all of the clan’s problems but not his own.

“Why would you hide that from us? Maybe mom would have laid off you.”

Liam laughed. “You think mom wouldn’t be asking me day and night about how it went and why it didn’t work?” His bear grumbled as well.

Lillian grimaced at the thought. “True.”

Liam crossed his arms. “Now, since I bared my soul to you, are you going to share your little tidbit as well?”

His sister’s smile returned. “Actually, yes. Even more so now since you decided to fill me in. Have you heard about the Shifter Surrogacy Agency?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you making this up?”

“No, I’m serious. It’s a place that…”

Liam waved her explanation off. “I get it. It seems pretty self-explanatory based on the name.”

Lillian rolled her eyes. “Fine, but still. Listen, it’s legit. They work with males like you who want to build their family, match them with compatible human females, and then you make your future the old-fashioned way.”

Liam chuckled and walked out of his room to the kitchen. “Sounds like a dating site.”

Lillian followed him, trying to explain. “It is in a way, but the initial thing is that they match you with someone compatible, and you guys hook up and make a baby. You can choose to love each other or just be partners. It can go either way.”

He grabbed a beer out of the fridge. “So, I get to have sex with someone I like until we have a baby?”

“Yes. But it’s more than that. You make your own terms, and you hold most of the power. You meet for a date and see if you want to proceed from there. Finding your mate or not, you still could find love.”

For a moment, Liam contemplated everything that his sister was telling him.

It wasn’t the worst thing. And the best part was that both parties essentially wanted the same end result, and the human would already know he was a shifter, so he wouldn’t have to deal with that hurdle.

He shrugged with a grin as he popped the lid off of his beer. “What the hell? How do I apply?”

Lillian’s blue eyes grew brighter as she gleefully clapped her hands together. “Okay, first we need your laptop.”

Liam pointed to the coffee table in the living room. His sister buzzed over, sat on the couch, and had it up and running on the site before Liam even got there.

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