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“Valarian, time for a shower, buddy; then you have to go to bed,” Valen says. Valarian gets up off the lounge, and Casey follows.
“Casey, you’ll have to wait until he hops out,” I say.
“But Mom showered with Marcus with clothes on. Why can't I shower with Valarian?”
Valarian scrunches up his face, looking disgusted. I just look at Valen, hoping he’ll explain, but it’s Valarian who answers her.
“Gosh, you can be silly, Casey. People don't shower with clothes on. How would you get clean?” Valarian asks, shaking his head.
“Nah, Marcus did. He told me he was showering with clothes on with Mom.”
Probably because he didn't want to tell you he was making babies with Auntie Zoe,” Valarian says matter-of-factly. My jaw drops.
“You can't make babies in a shower. Wait, howdoyou make babies?” Casey asks, and both of them look at us.
Well, that diverted quickly. Valen clears his throat and pulls at the neckline of his shirt, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
“And how does the baby get in there?” she adds.
“Ugh, do I have to tell you everything? The man takes the baby and puts it in a cabbage, and the woman eats the cabbage, and her belly gets fat,” Valarian says, exasperated.
Valen raises an eyebrow at his explanation while I do everything I can not to laugh.
“That's not how babies are made; you got that from that cartoon—the one with the cabbage patch dolls,” Casey argues.
“Well, how else would mom have a baby?” Valarian retorts.
“Fine—they’ll know. Ask your parents,” Casey huffs with a pout. I snicker as I bail, leaving that for Valen to find a way out of. As I start to clean the kitchen, both kids look expectantly at Valen, who seems very uncomfortable.
“Umm, they just happen,” Valen says.
Really? That was his big explanation to the birds and the bees?
“But how?” Casey asks.
“By showering together,” Valen blurts.
Oh boy.
“See? I told you! Marcus was making babies in the shower!”
“You said the man puts the baby in a cabbage, so if he’s showering, where does the cabbage come from?” Casey asks, and Valarian pauses to think for a moment.
“I don't know—let's Google it,” Valarian says, racing to the table for his father's laptop. However, Valen is quick to get to his feet and snatch the laptop up before he can grab it.
“No, it’s bedtime. Shower, now.”
“But we want to know,” Valarian whines. Valen scrubs a hand down his face before looking over and glaring at me. I smirk.
“Yes, best explain how babies are made, Alpha,” I chuckle, and he growls at me while both kids wait for him to answer.
He drops onto the couch with a sigh. “Well, when a man and woman love each other, they do grown-up things which make a baby.”
“What grown-up things?” Valarian asks, suddenly very interested in this topic of conversation.
“Like, um, kissing, hugging and adult wrestling,” Valen offers, and the kids pull grossed-out faces.
“Wait, is Mom kissing Marcus in the shower with clothes on?” Casey asks, looking shocked.
