The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 11 Family drama

Ethan

Following the direction of Paisley’s pointing finger, I scan the crowded courtyard for my daughter’s look alike. Despite my best efforts, I don’t see anyone fitting her description. I believe Paisley saw a child who resembled her, but it seems like she’s gone now. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t see her.”

Paisley drags her expectant gaze from my face, looking back across the mall. Her little face scrunches up in disappointment when she too fails to find the child in question. “Daddy, I swear. She looked exactly like me! Maybe she’s my sister!”

Chuckling warmly, I tug my pup towards the theater entrance. “I know you want a sister, my love, but your mommy only gave birth to you.”

“No, daddy, that was my sister.” She insists stubbornly. “I decided!”

This is not the first time my daughter has invented an imaginary sibling or invisible friend to play with, after all, don’t all children at this age? I know it’s no use arguing, and I don’t want to stifle her creativity. Instead I shake my head in amusement and agree, “All right little one. Sister or not, it’s time for the movie.”

From her expression, Paisley suspects I’m merely humoring her, but she doesn’t argue. She’s too excited to see this film. For the next two hours, my sweet pup delights at the antics of the characters on the sprawling silver screen, and I sit back and enjoy the sound of her laughter. With her medical

troubles I have to relish every moment of joy we can find, especially the simple joys like this one.

we gaze out the floor

she could take our pup inside the ladies’ room and help her through the process. Unfortunately, I can do no such thing. I know

of attractive young women in line offer to help Paisley, but my little girl has a prideful streak. “Daddy I’m not a baby ‘nymore,

right here.” I vow, raising my palms in

While Paisley disappears inside, I

This is the downside of being Alpha; I can’t go anywhere without being recognized, and the tabloids

though she starts to walk off

forward, I catch her easily, scooping her up and belatedly wondering if she somehow managed to change clothes in the restroom. I’m

writhe and fight my hold. “Stranger danger!” She calls, “Let me

bundle so that she does not topple out of my arms. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but I don’t care

green eyes to slits, “I’m Riley and I don’t like you. Let me go!” She

in the vicinity of my hip, and I look down to find Paisley staring

pongs between the identical children, the only dissimilarity between them being their clothes, “What? How is this possible?” Scenting the pup in my arms, I realize she truly isn’t Paisley. She smells similar, but

Paisley in shock, and my daughter begins

sunglasses sweeps through the crowd and plucks Riley out of my hands, stunning me so completely I freeze in place. She’s already moving away when Paisley calls after her,

the retreating mother and pup. The blonde slipped away so quickly that I waste valuable time trying to find her, relying on my vision rather than my other senses. By the time I knock enough sense into my head to track her scent, it’s too late. I catch one last glimpse of the woman as she stands calmly in the elevator waiting for the doors to close. I’ve barely stepped forward