Evan
All my appointments with Dr. Blake went well, and he assured me there was only one wolf growing inside me. But until he delivered our sweet little Ricky, I didn’t quite believe him. I’d had so many dreams of delivering a litter of six or eight pups that one seemed almost impossible.
But we were getting pretty good at the impossible, and Ricky was our one and only perfect baby. He had my light eyes and Holden’s olive skin tone, and when he was hungry, he made the same little growling sounds as his papa.
Ricky came into the world on August fourteenth, smack dab in the middle of summer. He was a few weeks earlier than we’d expected but was definitely big enough. At almost eleven pounds, I didn’t think I could’ve lasted another hour, much less weeks.
As summer faded into fall and we approached our second Christmas together, Holden and I rocked on the bench swing that I built for us inside our newly enclosed porch.
It was one of my favorite places to spend time with my family. “I was thinking of baking lemon bars tomorrow.”
“Yum.” Holden pulled the blanket up over my shoulder and rocked the swing with one leg as he held me in his lap. “Those are my favorite.”
“You say everything is your favorite.” I kissed his jaw then scrunched my nose as his scruffy whiskers tickled me.
“Because they are. Everything you give me, from your meals and snacks to your sleepy smiles are my favorite.”
I sighed, so grateful that fate had led me to my alpha wolf just in time for us to create our family together.
Holden sighed too, as if resigned that our quiet moment was coming to an end. “Should we wake up Ricky so he goes down early tonight?”
I glanced at my watch and then shook my head. “Even better, we can let him sleep and take a little naked nap ourselves.”
Holden chuckled. “My naughty little elf has such a dirty mind.”
“You better believe it, alpha. And my dirty mind wants to do lots of naughty things to you.”
“Lead the way, sweetheart. I’ll follow you anywhere.”