Page 279 of Rejected and Pregnant Mate of the Lycan King
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Knox ruffled Rowan’s hair with his good hand, making the boy squirm and complain.
“You don’t have a hairstyle,” Thea informed her brother matter-of-factly. “Your hair just does whatever it wants.”
“Does not!”
“Does too!”
“Eat your food,” Knox and I said together.
Blake finished her bottle and I lifted her to my shoulder, patting her back gently until she burped. She made a satisfied sound and snuggled against my neck, her tiny fingers curling into my shirt.
Knox’s hand found my back, reaching across Thea’s seat, warm and solid.
Sarah called out from across the table, and everyone raised their glasses.
“To family,” she said, her voice carrying over the noise. “To the ones who fight for us and never give up on us. To all of you.”
“To family!”
Glasses clinked together across the table. The twins raised their plastic cups of apple juice with solemn looks, tapping them against each other and then against Knox’s glass and mine.
“To family!” Thea echoed loudly.
“To family,” Rowan agreed, then immediately went back to his potatoes.
Knox squeezed my shoulder. Blake was warm against my chest, the twins were bickering again about something trivial, and laughter filled the air around us.
My heart was full. This…This was a damn good life.
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