Chapter 0938

About forty-five minutes later Jackson and I leave the bedroom with a damp and happy little girl between us, one of her hands in each of ours. She trots happily forward and we both grin down at her, I think both of us still buzzing from the happiness of bathtime.

To say that Marigold was happy with the warm bath is an understatement. In fact, the whole bathroom was a wonder to her - from the big porcelain soaking tub to the flowing warm water and the bubbles and the toys. Safe to say, I don't think she's ever going to growl at me when I propose bath time ever again.

"Marigold!" My dad's voice booms out in the living room and all three of us whip our heads up in surprise.

I grin at my dad and the rest of my family already gathered around the living room, plates of breakfast in their laps, because it becomes immediately apparent that mom put together the loveliest little breakfast to welcome Marigold to the family.

But Marigold interprets things differently.

She gasps in fear and then yelps, darting behind Jackson, wrapping her arms around his right leg and peering out from behind his knee, growling ferociously.

Rafe and Mark laugh while dad grimaces, taking a step back, realizing that he... may have overdone his enthusiastic greeting.

"Dominic," Jackson says on a sigh, going so far as to even flash a frustrated little glare at my dad. I grin at my mate, wondering if he realizes that he just did something that ninety-five percent of the population wouldn't dare do for fear of their lives. "She's not used to men -"

sorry," dad says, stepping forward again, a hand held out as a peace offering. "I should have thought

down and see that her little teeny tiny fangs have extended. I can't help the

Dominic," mom says, laughing

frantic at the thought that Marigold disapproves. He takes three steps back, basically pressing himself against the wall.

casual, flicking through some news on his phone as

So is

says, frowning around, "that I am not included

of us gave her cookies, and didn't shout at her first thing in

looking warily at my dad as mom sweeps her up in her

cheek and carrying her over to the wide buffet.

selection, fascinated and

frustrated, moving to her side. "She won't be used

candy with breakfast?” mom asks, looking up at Jackson. I grin, laughing a little at the fact that mom's blank face makes

his shoulders slumping on

and passing Marigold up to him. "You make her a plate according to your own dietary preferences. But when it comes time for dessert, I'm telling you, boy, I will

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