The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Jane

“I’m worried about Paisley.” I murmur, glancing at Ethan before returning my eyes to where the pups are running along in front of us. It’s boxing day and we’ve taken a family shopping outing. At the moment Paisley is hand in hand with her siblings, but her moods have been almost as variable as my own since yesterday morning.

After receiving Linda’s gift, I’d dissolved into sobs and Ethan pulled the pups away to give me some Space, making more explanations about pregnancy hormones and wild emotions. However when he tried to remove Paisley from my arms, she clung to me like velcro, refusing to budge. “It’s okay, Ethan.” I insisted, wrapping both arms around Paisley and pulling her the rest of the way into my lap, “let her stay.”

My mind resurrected the memory of the night Paisley came to me in the bath, asking if I left her behind because I didn’t want her. I remembered the way she cried then, and yesterday felt as though we’d switched places. After she begged to stay with Ethan I needed to hold her and cry with her, to know she still wanted me, to know I hadn’t ruined everything.

The difference is that I calmed down after a while, but Paisley continued swinging back and forth between tears, anger and confusion. She would lash out at Ethan and run to me and the other pups for comfort, only to change her mind and beg for Daddy to hold her.

“You’ve been worried about all of them for weeks.”

Ethan dismisses me, but I can see a twitch in his jaw.

“Don’t act like you don’t care.” I snap. “Hating me doesn’t mean you have to be a complete as*s about the kids”

A low growl sounds in his throat, and though I tremble in response, I’m proud of myself. This time last week I wouldn’t have been able to talk back to Ethan at all. I feel so much stronger than I did before, and I’m not sure if that comes down to the pressure being off with the pups, or simply having the time to process everything that’s happened to us.

“She’l adjust.” He says, sounding unsure, “it will be easier after you leave and we’re not pulling her both ways anymore. She’s just overwhelmed.”

“I wouldn’t write off her feelings that easily.” I caution. “It’s not like with Ryder, Riley and Parker, you’re all she’s ever known. She’s never going to stop wanting you, Ethan”

“She’s four -“

“She’ll be five in two weeks.”I remind him stiffly.

“My point is that she’s very young. How much do you remember before the age of five?” Ethan inquires. “I don’t recall anything from that age.

“And that’s really what you want? You want her to target you or repress the memories of you so that she’s not mourning the loss the rest of her life? Is that really better than having you as a long- distance coparent?” I challenge.

requesting this for?” Ethan replies

tracks, turning on him. “Don’t you dare accuse me of being selfish about our children

might explode, his wolf suddenly glowing in his eyes – however before he can say

long, curly black hair. His eyes are a striking, metallic silver, and his face could easily grace

out to hug

Devon grew up with Ethan and I. He’s a beta who used to run with Ethan and Matthew, but when it became clear that Matthew would become Ethan’s second in command, he left for greener pastures. The last I remember seeing him was

then down at the children. “I saw all the news about the kidnapping, you must be

introducing himself. “I’m Devon, I’ve known your Daddy since we were your age, and your Mommy almost

when he

wild stories about him

you must be Paisley,” He guesses, taking in her smaller stature and the way she’s

going to need some help

now. He’s clearly been keeping up with us, but I don’t have any idea what he’s been up to over the last decade, or even where he lives. “How long are you in

ruefully. “But we should get coffee

meet his eyes. He’s looking at Devon with a strange light in his eyes, as if suddenly inspired, but also unhappy to have whatever idea is floating around in his head. “Why don’t you and

the pups, and

want to join us?” Devon frowns. “I want to hear

tell you.” Ethan

She knows it all.”

say, baffled

pretending

interrupts, he was

for the baby. I correct her, feeling terribly bitter. And speaking

I remind him sulkily, wrapping

out what’s happening, he’s sweeping the pups

at him with a helpless shrug. “I guess,

warmly, guiding me forward with a hand at the small of my back. “Do I want to know what