“Go. To. Sleep.”
Jan chuckled. “She’s pregnant, brother. I wouldn’t piss her off.”
“You’re a wise man,” she said. “What he said, Rick.”
Rick chuckled. “Sorry, love. Please, just don’t fry our balls in the delivery room.”
“No promises.” But she smiled as she drifted to sleep. She was going to be a mom. And they were going to be good dads.
And how many kids were lucky enough to have a bunch of wolves as adopted uncles?
THE END
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