Page 31 of Wrong Number, Right Gray Wolf

“Exactly. This is going to be a big enough adjustment for her without giving her the message that the baby will come first.”

I kissed my mate’s mark, the one that told shifterkind he was mine. “You’re amazing. Speaking of Posy, how are we going to tell her?”

“I suppose we could just say you were right.” Stephen pulled back. “Or… how about we go and buy her a present?”

We went to the toy store that specialized in really nice stuffies and managed to find a large bunny and a baby bunny, representing each sibling. When she came home that night, we sat her down and handed her both. And then, just as my mate suggested, we said, “You were right.”

She picked up the little bunny. “I’m gonna have a baby sister.”

“Or brother.” Stephen rested his hands on his belly.

“She’s not gonna be a bunny, though.” She tapped her nose. “Will she be a fox or a wolf?”

“Don’t know.” And we wouldn’t until they were older.

“It doesn’t matter because she’s gonna be the best.” Posy was set on them being a sister, which was adorable, but also something we were going to have to work on. “Because she has two best dads ever and the best big sister.”

“The very best sister,” Stephen said.

I couldn’t have agreed more.

“We need to go tell Miss Caitlin. She’s going to be so excited!”

Posy was already dragging Stephen out the door. It was adorable, and once again, Posy was right… Miss Caitlin was thrilled for us.

15

STEPHEN

The house was full of boxes, and I couldn’t find the kettle.

But the place was ours, or our names on the mortgage said it was.

We’d only gotten the keys this morning, and the three of us, or make that four with the baby, or five and six with our beasts, had stood on the path and stared at the house.

The place dwarfed my tiny apartment which now belonged to someone else. Clyde and Posy’s former home was a two bedroom, and now we had four plus a study and a huge backyard.

“I want this one.” Posy was upstairs, her feet thumping over the wooden floorboards. “It has windows.”

Clyde yelled that they all had windows, and she shouted back, “Not like this one.”

My mate and I shared a glance, and I shrugged. I wasn’t going up to check, and he didn’t make a move from the floor where he was surrounded by plates and saucepans. Our daughter probably had chosen the master bedroom, but I was so tired I didn’t care.

Between my mate’s furniture and mine, we had enough to furnish the downstairs and two bedrooms, and we didn’t need the nursery yet.

I was on the sofa with my feet up, unpacking kitchen utensils. For sure we weren’t going to be doing much cooking, but it gave me purpose. My four-month pregnant belly didn’t prevent me from helping my mate put together new shelving or making up Posy’s bed, but moving was exhausting, and I needed a break from going up and down the stairs.

“You’ve got your eye on something.” He followed my gaze to the boxes piled in the corner.

“Well, after you put together the beds, with my help, we’ll need the bedding, and that’s where you’ll find it.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He slung an arm around my shoulders. “We could sleep on bare mattresses, maybe all three of us on one. Who needs pillows, sheets, or quilts?”

I put up my hand. “I do, and I’m voting on Posy’s behalf, so that’s two against one.”

“Fine. I’ll start on that so our den is cozy.” He crawled toward the boxes. “Whatever our den needs.”

Awww, he called our new home a den. My fox was impressed.