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We all piled into the restaurant, Blaze still holding Luka, who was slowly returning to the land of the living.

The waitress greeted us warmly before sitting us in one of the gigantic corner booths. Without even having to be asked, she scuttled off to the corner and grabbed a high chair for Luka.

Once we were all situated and drinks were ordered, I looked over the menu. “This all looks so good. I don’t know what to pick!”

“What are your top options?” Walker asked as he perused the menu himself. He was sitting opposite me, one of his hands reaching out and passing a breadstick to Luka, who was happily chewing on it.

“I’m stuck between the lasagna and the carbonara.”

“You get the carbonara, I’ll get the lasagna, and we can share.”

I looked gleefully at him. “Walker, you may just be my favorite!” I declared, ignoring the protests from our other pack mates.

Walker, grinning from ear to ear, shrugged at his pack mates. “I can’t help that I’m amazing!”

Blaze stuck his tongue out playfully, but burst into spluttering laughter as Rune shoved a breadstick into his mouth.

Biting my lip, I observed the pair of them ribbing each other.

We must have looked like a perfectly normal pack going out for dinner together. We were loud, chaotic, and it was amazing.

And it was mine.

Chapter 45

Sunny

Time passed quickly as I studied educational theories—my brain was starting to feel like mush, but I couldn’t take a break. I needed to take full advantage of the few hours I got to myself to study.

“Hey, have you even moved?” Walker said as he entered the kitchen, taking in the sight of me still sitting at the kitchen table, books spread out before me.

“You’re home early.” I smiled, stretching my arms to the sky and yawning.

He raised a brow. “Nope, not early. Have you even gotten up to eat or drink today?”

My eyes widened, and I snatched my phone, noting that it was almost four in the afternoon. “Gosh, I got completely distracted,” I muttered, looking at the mass of textbooks and notes.

Walker shook his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “In that case, shall we go pick up Luka and grab a takeout milkshake and burger on the way home?”

Before I could even vocalize a response, my stomach grumbled loudly, making Walker laugh. “I'll take that as myanswer,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and dragging me to the door.

“Can we get extra fries?” I asked with a giggle as he locked the door.

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Is that even a question?”

Luka’s daycare wasn’t far. We lived in a lovely neighbourhood semi near, and I walked there with him usually. The route was picturesque, and we even passed a small duck pond on the way.

“Do you want me to run in and get him?” I asked Walker as we parked.

He gave me a disbelieving look. “Let's go get our son,” he said, sliding out of the car before I could reply.

Hand in hand, we walked into the reception area. The sound of children screaming in the play area outside made me smile. Luka had only attended a few sessions so far, but I had heard positive things about him making friends.

The receptionist came out from the back office and looked surprised when she saw me.

“Mr. and Mrs. Landry, what can I do for you?” she asked with a smile.

“Just picking up Luka.” I smiled. “How has he been today?”

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