The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 38 – Family Picnic

Ethan

“Paisley, slow down!” I call, my hands itching to scoop her up off the ground. We’re already at the park, and she’s running ahead of me as usual. The only problem is that today isn’t like any other, she’s just been released from the hospital after major surgery, and someone clearly wants to harm her. I don’t like letting her out of arm’s length, let alone out of my sight.

She pauses only long enough to turn around and exclaim, “But Daddy I’m excited!”

“You just got out of the hospital little one, don’t push yourself.” | caution. Shifters might heal fast, but matters of the heart are always treated very seriously. The doctor said she could be up and about and play for short periods of time, but at this rate she’s going to tire herself out before we ever get to playing.

“But Daddy!” She argues, pouting hard.

“Paisley slow down or I’ll carry you the whole way like a baby.” I threaten. Most of the time Paisley actually loves being carried, but she’s been cooped up in the hospital for so long that she’s completely stir-crazy, not to mention she doesn’t want to look silly in front of the other kids.

She throws back her head with a dramatic huff but continues forward at a slower pace, stomping her little feet every step of the way. Catching up to her, I cup her soft head in my palm, “that’s my girl.” I praise, earning a toothy smile from my daughter despite her sulky mood.

Suddenly in the distance I can hear Jane’s voice calling remarkably similar instructions to her “triplets”, “Slow down kids. You know the rules about staying where I can see you.

“Mommy hurry up!” One of the boys replies. At this age their scents are so similar it’s impossible to tell the two apart. Standing side by side they’d be identical, if not for their clothing. It was a blessing Jane didn’t follow so many parents’ example and dress them to match.

Paisley jumps up and down, “That’s Mommy!” Before I can say another word she’s darting forward again. I catch sight of Jane and the pups just as Paisley rounds the bend and flies into Jane’s open arms.

The sight takes my breath away. Jane already looked so beautiful my heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a silky sundress in the same shade of green as her eyes, and smiling so widely she lit up the entire path. The other pups stood on either side of her, looking up at her hugging Paisley with expressions of happy curiosity. If I’d had the sense to pull out my phone I would have taken a picture of them in that pose, but I can’t look away – I’m completely spellbound just watching them.

When Jane sets Paisley’s feet back on the ground, the other pups huddle around her excitedly, their little voices floating over to me.

“Hiii!” Paisley greets them cheerily.

“Hi Paisley!” Ryder, Riley and Parker cry. They greet each other almost as if they’re old friends, and immediately run off to play. I call after Paisley, reminding her to be careful, but I doubt she heard me.

As I close the final distance to Jane, the corners of my mouth quirk with amusement as she raises a pair of sunglasses to her eyes, clearly hiding from me.

I smile

She utters, as if she couldn’t care less to

me into the grassy meadow alongside the playground, and helps me lay out the blanket

sliced meat and fruit for Jane and I, plus sandwiches and juice boxes for the kids. Simple though it may be, I can see Jane eyeing the spread with

She invites, taking a sip of

aback, I ask, “What

mean let me have it.” She repeats. “Lay it on me, try whatever moves you’ve got hidden up your sleeve so we can get it over

assure her. “Today is just about getting to know

I wish to know

to be some very

of thwarting me. She really is too cute sometimes. Watching Jane carefully, I ask, “So where

question. I ran extensive background checks on Elise Carrington when we first ran into each other, but I am

it there?” | press, “Better

in time. “Of course, I wouldn’t live

a chorus of sing-song

I have a wolf!”

you probably won’t even be able to

One of the boys steps up in defense of Paisley, “You look more like a dirty mutt than a wolf. I

a new chorus begins with

the same way the others had been repeatedly

do not have fleas!” The offended child shouts in protest. “Take it

said about

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of their necks, two in one hand and one in the other. Looking down

Jane’s loving arms, her face red and shining with tears. The sight makes it infinitely harder to scold the triplets, because I myself want to trounce the little mongrels that put that look

Jane

tell me what happened?” Ethan