Flame and Ink: An Anthology (Happy Ever After #1)(10)

“Oh, I think they’ll like some time to themselves. We can always do a family dinner another night.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh … though, I think I could use some planning and practice for our day.”

His wolf growled and his eyes grew gold. She shifted on his lap, and he moved so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

“Bedroom?”

She nipped at his lip. “I’m thinking the patio. The den can’t see us from here. We’re completely alone.”

He growled and crushed his mouth to hers.

She pulled back and laughed. “Careful, big boy, we need to make sure we get some protection or we’ll make another baby.”

“It would be a nice father’s day gift ….” He smiled, knowing she’d know he was only kidding.

“Oh really? Baby number eight? Maybe she’ll be just like our Cailin?”

He groaned. “I don’t think I can take another Cailin.”

She giggled and kissed his ear. “I love you, my Alpha.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

He picked her up and pulled her down to the porch so he could show her just how much he loved his mate. He’d raised seven children with this woman and loved every inch of her. Now he got to show her just how grateful he was for his children … and the other half of his heart.





Babysitting Finn and Brie


A Redwood Pack Short Story



Author Note: This is a special Edward and Pat short story from The Redwood Pack. This takes place sometime after Enforcer’s Redemption (Redwood Pack Book 4). You technically don’t have to read the other books before you read this, but it might help.



Edward Jamenson braced himself as the small creature wiggled in his arms. He looked down at his six-month-old granddaughter, Brie, and smiled. She stopped her wiggling, looked up at him, and grinned.

Well, maybe it was just gas. Either way, he’d take it.

Then she moved again, twisting and moving her body so he had to move fast not to drop her.

“Edward! Hold her correctly!” his wife of over a century, Pat, admonished. She sat on the floor and played with blocks with their grandson, Finn, and shook her head. “You raised seven children with me, what is wrong with you?”

“Were they ever this small?” he asked as Brie scrunched up her nose and looked about ready to cry.

“Of course, they were. Cailin was only a baby a couple decades ago. How could you have forgotten so quickly?”

Brie wailed, and he held her to his chest, rubbing small circles on her back. He didn’t think she liked being called little, though he could sense the submissive wolf within her. It was obvious because he was Alpha. It would be evident to others eventually. For now, this was his baby granddaughter and she needed pampering.

“I’m sorry, darling. You’re big and bad. A fearsome wolf. I promise.”

Brie settled down with a whimper, and he knew he’d been played.

Oh, yes, Jasper’s daughter would be a heartbreaker, all right.

He lowered her to his lap and looked down at her bright little face.

“You just wanted to prove you’re tough, didn’t you?”

She smiled and blinked up at him.

Yep, not gas this time.

Finn toddled up to him and grinned. “Play?”

His grandson and future Alpha could only speak a few words at a time, but would be a damned heartbreaker, as well. Edward smiled at the thought of his dominant sons trying to tone these two down. He couldn’t quite picture it happening easily.

Thankfully, they had their wives to corral the kids. The women were much better at it. Edward scrunched his nose as a putrid smell assaulted his senses. He looked down at his granddaughter and groaned.

“Don’t even think about it, Edward,” Pat said as she picked up Finn to play airplane.

“What?”

“You were going to ask me to change Brie. Not going to happen.”

“But I hadn’t even thought it.” Yet.

“I know you well enough that it would have been your next thought. Now go clean her up. Don’t worry, you won’t die.”

“But Pat … “

“Don’t whine. You’re an Alpha. Act like it.”

“But she’s not an enemy. It’s a dirty diaper.”

“Far more treacherous. Now show me how big and bad you can be and change a diaper.”

He growled, held Brie away from his chest, and carried her to the changing table Pat had put in the spare room as soon as their children started having kids of their own.

He laid Brie on the table, and she looked up at him expectantly.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But really? You couldn’t have waited twenty minutes for your mom to come pick you up?” Brie let out a giggle and picked up her legs for him.

Damn. There was no getting out of this.

He unsnapped her onesie and undid the strips on her diaper. He gagged at the smell but put the offensive diaper in the genie.

Brie giggled again, and his shirt started to feel wet. He looked down and groaned. His little granddaughter had decided to pee on him. Damn, her aim was good. People thought boys were the only ones to do that, but little did they know.

“I should have waited to put the new diaper under you and ready to go, then take off the old one. It’s been too long since I’ve done this.”