Page 30 of The Single Father Upstairs

He tugged at his shirt which he said was already getting a little snug.

“We’ll have to go shopping for paternity clothes.” I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

He rolled his eyes because he hated clothes shopping, but Indigo said she’d help. “I go with Dad to choose new clothes.” She put a hand in my mate’s. “Otherwise, he’d be dressed in sweats all the time.”

“Hey, not fair. You’re ganging up on me.”

Miles hugged Indigo. ”True. What are you going to do about it?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Oh, those are fighting words, but you’ll keep because we’re late.”

“Please don’t let anyone sniff me this evening.” Miles put his nose to one armpit. “I don’t recognize a human by their smell, but I give myself a thumbs-up.”

“Before we go, there are rules.” Indigo sat us on the sofa while she stood before us.

“Don’t let Mr. Girling near the grill because he’ll pretend he knows how to use it but he doesn’t.”

“Remind me who he is,” Miles said.

“He’s the lion shifter two doors up from you.”

Miles tucked his arm in mine. “I’ve heard him growling in the middle of the night, and Marmalade goes bonkers, hissing and spitting at the window.”

Indigo flapped her hand. “Take no notice. He’s a real pussy cat.”

Miles gave me a look that I translated as, “Somehow I doubt it.” And I shrugged. The lion shifter was all roar and no bite.

“Mrs. Munro will ask you a lot of questions, and you don't have to answer them, she's just nosy.”

“She’s the one with the cat who keeps Jon fit because he has to climb after her.”

Miles nodded. Marmalade wasn’t allowed out of the apartment often unless she was on a lead, so she’d never met Blizzard.

“I’m not finished.” Indigo had her hands on her hips. “Clover’s the bunny, and if she offers you food, take it or she’ll be sad for a week.”

“If you don’t want whatever she gives you, hand it to me and I’ll hide it somewhere.” It was a lot for Miles and his pregnancy-addled brain to take in.

“One last thing.” Indigo shared a glance with me, and we both said, “The unicorn.”

“What about her?” My mate slid over the couch so our thighs were touching.

“Don’t ask her how she’s doing because she’ll tell you.”

Miles made a face. “Isn’t that a little rude?”

“She’ll talk for forty minutes if you do, and you’ll have to stand there and nod,” Indigo told him.

“So should I say hello with no follow-up?” Miles looked at me, but Indigo answered.

“Just say blessings. She likes that.”

“It’s a lot to remember, but I won’t leave your side.” I kissed his forehead as

Indigo raced into her room and came out with an unusual accessory.

“I’m ready.”

Marmalade was in a baby carrier on my daughter’s chest. I was doubtful the cat would enjoy the barbecue, but I could bring her upstairs if she tried to claw everyone.