Page 32 of Gabe's Lone Wolf

“But Sophie and I don’t want to play with babies,” Thea groused from the safety of my arms.

“You will behave and include Tessa, or you won’t go.”

Thea turned her big, baby blue eyes up to me, tears already welling, and my heart tumbled. Eliza read me like a book.

“Don’t even think about coddling her on this, or you can find someplace to spend tonight, as well,” she warned.

“Daddies don’t have sleep overs,” Teddy told her with a frown. “Don’t they?” he asked me.

“Only with mommies,” I assured him, sending a look toward my mate that had her face flushing with heat. Even after six years together, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Even with four-year-old twins and a three-year-old.

“Knock! Knock!” Simon called then pushed open the screen door and stepped inside.

We still lived in the pool house though if we added any more to our family, we’d be out of bedrooms. As it was, the boys shared a room, and more than once we’d wake up to find Thea tucked in with her twin as if she didn’t like being separated from him. Eliza liked the pool house though. She liked being close to the rest of the pride, but there was a house being built across the street from Taylor and Rebbie. One my mate hadn’t asked about, even though we’d driven by it several times.

“Uncle Simon!” Teddy cried and ran toward Simon.

With four boys of his own, Simon didn’t miss a beat as he scooped up Teddy and settled him on his arm.

“How would you and Hunter like to come stay the night with my boys?”

Teddy whooped, but Hunter hid behind his mother. Simon squatted down beside him.

“You could just come hang out for a bit, Hunter. We’re having roasted hot dogs and smores and camping in the backyard.”

Hunter’s eyes lit up, and he glanced up at his mama. Eliza lifted him up, whispered something in his ear, then kissed him on the nose and set him back on his feet. He gave a giggle and ran toward his bedroom, shouting, “I get my bag!”

“Wait for me,” Teddy yelled and wiggled until Simon set him free to chase after his brother.

“Are you heading over to Taylor’s, Thea?” Simon asked, turning his attention to her.

She nodded and did a spin for him.

“We’re going to tea party and dance.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun. Would it be okay if I dropped you off tonight? I really want to see Uncle Taylor in his new tutu.”

Thea giggled while Eliza snorted a laugh.

“I’m sure Rebbie can find one for you to wear while you’re there, so you don’t feel left out,” she assured Simon.

“You think I haven’t had a tea party with my nieces?” Simon questioned with a raised brow. “And tutus are standard for all tea parties, aren’t they, Thea?”

Thea nodded. “You can wear the purple, Uncle Simon.”

“That one’s my favorite,” he told her.

Eliza looked surprised then swung her gaze to me.

“Have you worn a tutu at Taylor’s, too?” she demanded.

“They are standard attire for all tea parties,” I told her while Thea giggled again.

“Daddy wears the rainbow one.”

“And no one has sent me a picture of this? Looks like I need to give Rebbie a call.”

I tugged Eliza close. “If you want to see me in a tutu, all you have to do is ask.”

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