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“Hi, yourself,” she says, amused. “Are you torturing your cousin?”

“How did you hear about that so fast?” I groan.

“I actually didn’t until you told me,” Mom says, giggling. “What did you do?”

“I sent her money for being a brat,” I grumble, closing the door to my truck and locking it.

“I don’t know if we should be rewarding that type of behavior,” she says so seriously that I choke back a laugh.

Oh Mom, we aren’t going to talk about punishment and rewards for brats, not while we’re talking about Morgan, anyway.

“You’re right,” I choke out. “I’m just getting home from running a few errands, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to check in on you, figure out when I should begin to nudge you boys about finding an omega so I can have grandbabies,” she says, making my eyes bulge.

Well fuck, I don’t know if we’re ready for tiny humans.

“Mom,” I gasp. “Are you serious?”

“No, I’m not,” she says, snickering. “The lot of you aren’t ready for that. I wanted to know if Aiden could bring the whiskey your father likes?”

“Jesus wept,” I whisper. “You almost gave me a heart attack. I’m the baby in our group, Mom. I’m too young to go out like that.”

“Yes, your birthday is next month, don’t think I’ve forgotten,” she says. “You’ll be twenty-nine like the other boys. Speaking of, I need to go shopping for you. Any requests?”

“I don’t really need anything,” I admit. I always try to think of at least one thing, because otherwise she’ll go overboard.

Ugh, she has me all discombobulated.

“I’ll call Domh or Aiden,” Mom mutters. “I’ve been thinking of planting some flowers in your front flower beds in the spring.”

The only reason we have flower beds at all is because our mothers insist on it. We weed them like the good sons that we are. That’s just how it is.

Desperate, I find myself nodding as I decide that’s the perfect present.

“You know Mom, I love that idea,” I agree quickly. Spring won’t be until at least April, and we’ll hopefully have Aisling as our omega by then.

My parents don’t mind kidnapping very much, as long as everyone is happy by the end. It’s how my brother’s pack ended up with his omega.

“You’re hiding all sorts of things, aren’t you?” she asks, sounding delighted and deranged. God, my mother is up to something. Hopefully one of her other children will do something interesting enough for her to forget about me.

I’m not unhinged just for the fuck of it. I got it from my mama.

“Not at all, well, nothing that I’m actively getting into trouble for,” I amend.

“Mmhmm. I’ll see you soon, Evan. Love you,” she says as I unlock the front door to the house.

“I love you, Mom,” I say as I hang up.

“Why are you on that woman’s radar?” Domh asks with wide eyes as his phone buzzes. Glancing at it, he sighs. “She thinks we’re up to something.”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I’m going to have to go to Sunday dinner to throw her off the trail. I haven’t even done anything yet and she’s like a damn bloodhound.”

Shutting the door, I roll my eyes as I remind myself how much I love my crazy family.

Chapter 13

Domh

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