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“Tessa, I birthed you. I know you better than anyone.”
Trouble cocked a brow and grinned. “That’s what you think.”
Sunday offered them all a weak smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Certainly took you long enough,” Phe said, her tone not amused in the slightest.
“Phe, leave it.” I practically growled the words at her, but she needed to know that no matter what had happened in the past, Sunday was my mate, and she wouldn’t be disrespected.
“Ronin, get out of the way. Poor thing is going to think we don’t have any manners. We can’t leave the pregnant woman standing outside in the snow. Come on in, sweetheart. Let’s get you warmed up.” My mom held out her arm, gesturing for us to come inside.
“I’m fine. I love the snow. It’s really beautiful here.” Sunday beamed at me as she took in the landscape again.
“Well, I want to get inside so we can unpack and rest a little. Jet lag is killer, even when you’re a shifter. I need to get my baby mama off her feet.”
“We wouldn’t want the uppity little wolf to have to do something as difficult as standing, now would we,” Phe said, making Ollie and Dee snicker approvingly.
I growled at them. “Behave.”
Phe huffed and spun on her heel, sending her blonde ponytail flying as she stomped inside.
“Ignore her. Everyone else does.”
“She has every reason to hate me.”
Mom wrapped an arm around Sunday’s shoulders, which was hilarious since she only just came up to them. My mom was the epitome of tiny but fierce. “No. A mate bond can’t be forced before you’re ready. I’m just glad you two found your way.”
“I... thank you,” Sunday stammered.
I pressed a kiss into her hair. “I think I need to get you to my room for a few minutes. Give you some time to settle.”
My mom didn’t get the thinly veiled hint, but Trouble did, proving once again why she was my favorite sister. She tugged Mom away, and the two of us headed for the stairs.
“Thank God they aren’t going to make her stay with us,” Dee mumbled.
“Why would they? They’re mated, and she’s already knocked up. I’m just glad his room is on the other side of the house so we don’t have to hear them boning all night.” Ollie went inside, heading as far away as she could get from us.
Dee cackled. “Oh, you’re right. I bet we won’t see them for most of this visit. She looks like she spends a lot of her time on her back.”
“I heard that,” I called over my shoulder.
“I meant for you to!”
“Which one was that?” Sunday asked with a raised brow.
“Odette. She’s technically the youngest of the three.”
“Odette... Stripes. Which makes Scrunchie Olive.”
I laughed. “Having trouble telling them apart?”
“They’re freaking identical. They even sound the same.”
“No, they don’t.”
“They do. How can anyone tell them apart? If not for their shirts, I’d be completely lost.”
People said that about the triplets all the time, but for me there was nothing identical about them. She’d learn.
