A heavy arm looped over her shoulder, and she felt her father’s affection envelop her. “I love you, Sunny girl.”
“If that sentence ends in a but, I will start a war, father dearest.” She warned, and he knew not to go on. “And to answer your insults, Seb will grill something. I’ll buy some nice salad, bread, and dessert.”
“Oh, well, then count me in,” Clover sassed with a smile. “Dad, remember the Mother’s Day Sunny tried to make chocolate chip pancakes, and you had to use the fire extinguisher?”
“You little snot, you were right there in the kitchen as my sous chef.”
“I was an innocent seven-year-old baby following your orders.” Clover batted her lashes.
“I’m going to come to NYU every weekend to cook you dinner.” She threatened, then turned on their amused parent. “And as for you, who isn’t defending your eldest child’s culinary prowess.”
“Prowess is a bit much, even though I’m not that good of a liar. Those pancakes were like charred rocks. I nearly broke a tooth.”
“I’m going to have so many babies right away and make you change all the diapers. So there!”
He turned ashen, and Sunny laughed.
It was another successful Hawk girl dad date.
SUNNY: Dad has decided we can only have girl babies.
SUNNY: I miss your face!!!!!
Not a minute later, Seb’s reply came and turned her all the shades of red as she skimmed through it.
SEBASTIAN: Get home now, and I’ll start planting girl babies in my wife.
Oof, that man of hers was wicked.
Slipping her phone away, she joined Clover and looped her arm through their dad’s, taking a stroll back to his truck.
Having no clue yet what her husband was dealing with across town in the clubhouse.
* * *
Sebastian
Seb smirked, seeing Alpha blocking the doorway as he approached the club entrance. He cocked a brow when his friend didn’t move his ass out of the way.
“I’m talented, Alpha, but I haven’t risen to the heights where I can shapeshift through flesh and blood. You wanna get out of the way and let me in? Or you out here collecting entrance fees?”
Usually, the guy would have laughed; the pair shared a similar sense of humor, but his face was stony as he clapped Seb on the shoulder. “I was waiting for you.”
“Why? I can’t date you. My wife would cut out your guts for coming on to me.”
Another joke went unlaughed, and Seb’s gut instinct told him some shit was happening, but he couldn’t figure out what. Their long friendship meant Alpha readily sought assistance from Seb if he faced problems.
“What’s up?”
“Do you have a few minutes?”
“Yeah, why?”
The pair advanced inside. Alpha chose the hallway over the central seating area for their conversation.
“Come to Dad’s office.”
The Prez’s office.
