Pack Plus More

4. Devon

Devon

Christmas Eve

M y beautiful mate was up to something.

I wanted nothing more than to figure out what she had gotten for us that had her grinning that secret little smirk. It was like she knew something that we didn't.

Were I an invasive alpha, I probably would have checked our bank records, but we had made that impossible. When we had insisted that Daisy join our pack bank accounts, we had also made a separate account for her and deposited money in it regularly so she could spend what she wanted without having to ask us, or even know what she bought.

I would bet good money she had used that account to get gifts, eradicating my ability to be nosey.

Returning to the kitchen, I grabbed Poppy, who was starting to fuss, plopping her on my hip. They were at the age where they were starting to get into everything.

I had dressed them in the cutest little elf pajamas. They had been blessed with their mother’s red curls, and it was the damned cutest thing.

“Let’s make mama some pizza,” I cooed, picking Petunia up in my other arm and carrying them over to the counter, plopping them on the barstools.

“Mixing?” Poppy asked in that adorable voice.

“Yes, sweet girl, mixing,” I nodded. I had explained to her they were going to be my helpers and mix the dough. They were toddlers, so any activity where they were able to get messy was a win for them.

Cooking with kids was both immensely fun, incredibly messy, and completely stressful.

I still preferred it over normal cooking.

“Once you guys have made pizza, do you want to help me hang a few more ornaments on the tree?” Daisy asked, quietly sliding up next to me so only I would hear. She didn’t want to excite the girls before I agreed.

“You got more ornaments?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daisy bit back a grin. “The girls said the tree needed more color. Who was I to deny them?”

“Is there room on that tree for more?” The tree was stuffed with so many ornaments, lights and tinsel that you could hardly tell there was a tree there anymore.

We had all watched as Daisy and the girls had loaded the tree, giving each other confused looks but refusing to say anything because they were all having such a good time.

Our job was to be quiet and hang lights when our omega asked.