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Blaze took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. “Makes complete sense, sunshine. Luckily, we have more than enough money to pay for Luka’s and any future baby's college education. We’ll just donate any money that we strip from that idiot. Pick a cause he would hate to support and put his money there.”

That idea appealed to me.

Walker looked at his phone. “Hailey is on shift at the EMT station—you want to take Luka to the hospital, or do you want to go see Hailey? He needs to get checked out before we go home.”

I took a moment to think through my options. I agreed that Luka definitely needed to be seen and checked over, because I wasn't going to stop worrying about him until someone told me he was physically okay. Just because he looked it didn't mean he was. What if Gregory had caused some permanent damage?

“He's already been through so much today, I think a hospital would be a bit too much. Plus, he likes Hailey,” I said, hugging him that little bit tighter.

Walker nodded. “I’ll drive.”

As we all turned to get in the vehicle, I stopped Walker. Something I had overheard in the house was running through my head. “I heard what he said about drugging the milkshake. I'm sorry, if I hadn’t shared it with you…”

Walker looked startled, his hand frozen on the door handle. “I don't have any regrets about what happened. I'm fairly confident that, even if he hadn't done that, we would eventually have ended up doing something together, because you are amazing. Do you regret it?” he asked, taking a step toward me.

Three sets of eyes were looking at me with worry and concern. Did I have any regrets? I had messed up their life in a catastrophic way. My baggage had done physical and financial damage to them.

Yet, somehow, I couldn't find it in me to regret it. Sure, the way we had formed a pack had been somewhat unusual, but the best stories started that way. Hell, my brother started a pack with a one-night stand, a stalker, and a changed phone number.

“No regrets,” I whispered, and Walker’s face broke out in a smile. “I just want to get my baby home and into a bath. He smells like that human shit stain, and I don’t like that,” I grumbled.

“I love you,” Walker said, pulling us in for a hug.

“I love all three of you,” I replied. “You’re dummies, but you’re my dummies.”

“Good.” Walker kissed my forehead. “Let’s get our son checked out and let’s go home.”

“I’m not a dummy!” Blaze declared as we got in the car.

“Blaze, my love, you put cheese in the toaster.” I laughed.

“One time!”

Chapter 49

Walker

Sunny still wasn’t herself.

Not that I blamed her. I think our ordeal had changed all of us, though I wasn’t certain it was for the better.

She was hardly sleeping, waking up almost every hour and insisting she check on Luka. We'd all taken to sleeping in the pack bedroom, with him in the travel cot, so he was never out of our sight.

Even though it had been two weeks, Sunny still couldn't relax. Throughout the day, her eyes would constantly dart to her son, as if reassuring herself that he was still there. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she was losing weight, even though we were practically begging her to eat.

We had contacted Storm and let him know what happened; he had been ready to rush to Sunny’s side, but his omega, Kennedy, had the flu. He was still going to come, but we assured him Sunny was safe with us, we had security cameras everywhere, and as soon as she was allowing visitors in the house, he was the first person we would call.

Luka had been given a clean bill of health, and Gregory was sitting in a jail cell on a number of charges. Still, Sunny couldn’t relax.

It didn't help that her heat was coming.

The signs were obvious. Her scent was getting sweeter, and judging by the way she clutched at her stomach every now and again, she was starting to experience cramps.

“Sunny…” Rune approached her cautiously. We were all eating breakfast as a family, Luka sitting in his high chair, eating his strawberry pancakes, while Sunny merely pushed her food around the plate.

“Yeah?” she asked absentmindedly.

“What are we going to do about your heat?” he asked tentatively.

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