I kissed his temple. "He'll still be ours when he changes."
Artem's arms tightened. "Yes."
Ivan leaned over and kissed Mac's head, then my lips, quick and warm. "I'm making coffee."
"Get the housekeeper to do it. You’re dreadful," Gregor said.
"That's insulting."
Artem lifted his head. "It is pretty bad. We need to employ a new barista."
“I can make coffee,” I said.
“You’re on maternity leave,” Gregor added and stood, Mac still tucked against his chest like a tiny tactical asset. "I'm taking him for his walk."
I stared. "His what?"
"Walk. Six a.m. Builds character." He adjusted his grip. "He needs to learn discipline early. The walks begin the foundation. By ten, firearms."
“Martial arts around four,” Ivan added, taking my hand and walking me to the door.
Mac, oblivious, produced a bubble of spit and nestled deeper into Gregor's chest.
"Right," I said slowly. "Don't break him."
"I have never broken a baby."
I stopped in the doorway. "That sentence should not need saying."
"It is reassuring."
"It is absolutely not."
Ivan’s hands held the top of the doorframe. His chest flexed. "For what it's worth, I also have never broken a baby."
"Lovely. A glowing parental résumé from the arms division." I squeezed my thighs together.
Artem nose lifted. "Are you okay?"
"I think my body is coming back to life."
Three alpha males looked at me and smiled. That’s when I realized they’d never tried to push me and I loved them for it.
Mac made one soft grunting noise.
All three of them turned at once forgetting about me in an instance. It would have been devastating if it hadn't been so sweet.
Artem rushed over to where Gregor held Mac. "Good morning," he murmured, sliding one finger into Mac's open palm.
Ivan looked over his shoulder. "He smiled."
"That's gas."
"It was emotional recognition."
"It was wind."
"You're very cynical for a woman witnessing father-son bonding."
