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Kat grabs his dick through his pants and gives him a squeeze. The hollering gets louder. “You’ll find out tonight.” Then she spins on her heels and heads toward the door.

Liam rearranges the erection straining his jeans. “You’re gonna leave? Right now? Afterthat?”

Kat pushes the door open but pauses in the doorway and looks back over her shoulder. “It’s girls’ night. I have a date with my best friend and some virgin margaritas.” She gives him a sunny smile and a jaunty wave. “See you later!”

I laugh, then laugh harder when Liam gives me a confused and slightly pained expression.Poor guy.

Gabriel throws an arm over my shoulder and pulls me against his side. “What happened?”

I cover my mouth with my hand and rub my jaw. “Nothing much. All they did was talk. But our girl’s a fast learner.”

Chapter Nineteen

KAT

Walking up to my parents’door and knocking is the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time. Since I first came home, packless and depressed, three years ago. I told my mom to be prepared for a big surprise, but I didn’t tell her what it was. It didn’t seem right to tell them over the phone.

I hesitate, then take a deep breath and knock. It doesn’t take her long to answer the door. “Good timing, Kathleen, I was just… Oh.” Her gaze shoots down to my belly, then up to my neck, her expression closing off into something unreadable.

I put a hand on my bump. “Hey, Mom.”

She recovers quickly and ushers me inside. “Come in and sit so we can talk. I just took the coffee cake out of the oven, but I suppose you won’t want the coffee to go with it now, huh?”

My mom makes the best coffee. There’s no way I’m missing out. “A small cup is fine.”

She busies herself cutting into the coffee cake, plating two slices for us and moving them to the kitchen table, then going to the coffee maker. My childhood home smells exactly like I remember. Like sweet treats and the coffee she brews nearly allday long. She pours us both cups then sets down the small carton of creamer on the table.

“So…” my mother says, sitting down. “Do you know who the father is?”

I mix sugar and creamer into my coffee and palm the cup, soaking up its warmth. The familiar smell is comforting. “Of course I do. His name is Liam.”

“Do we get to meet him?”

“Yes. And the rest of his pack. Matthew and Gabriel. I didn’t want to tell anyone and get their hopes up before I knew it would stick this time.”

Her expression turns pained. “So you’ve been going through this alone? Baby, you could have told me. There’s nothing you can’t tell me or your fathers, you know.”

A lump forms in my throat. “Jen knows. And my pack. We haven’t made things official yet, but we will. So I haven’t been alone. But I didn’t want to say anything until things looked good.”

“And they do?” she asks, leaning forward in her seat. “When are you due?”

I rub my belly idly. “January. Everything looks great. We’re having a girl. What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Christmas?” Her eyebrows raise toward her hairline. “I haven’t thought that far ahead, but I suppose the usual. Why?”

I stuff myself with her coffee cake, still warm from the oven, while I tell her about my new pack. Their family tradition of getting together at a ski chalet. I leave out the details she doesn’t need to know, like how Liam and I met. She doesn’t pry.

“We’ll need to plan your baby shower,” she says, turning serious. “And soon. Have you decided where you want to have it yet? And I’ll need a guest list and head count for the catering.”

“I’d like to have it in our new house,” I tell her, dropping another bombshell on her lap. “We sign the paperwork and get the keys next week.”

My mother takes it all in stride. I suppose finding out I’m buying a house is nothing compared to learning she has a granddaughter on the way. “I’m excited to see it. Does it have enough room?”

I think of our house and it’s three thousand square feet. “Plenty. I’ll send you the address once we have it painted and we’re settled in. We can do housewarming and a baby shower all in one. Where are Dad and Papa?”

She pours herself another cup of coffee and wraps up the rest of the coffee cake to save it for later. “They’re looking at fishing boats. I tried to talk them out of it, but they’re taking retirement hard. They don’t know how to not be busy all day.”

I smile wistfully at the family photos hung up on the wall. My parents’ mating ceremony photo is next to my high school graduation portrait. Family vacation photos fill the gaps. There’s a new one I haven’t seen before. My two fathers are standing on a shore, holding up a massive fish with grins on their faces.

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