do you?”
“Of course not.”
His alpha’s mate placed the baby in his arms and smiled. “I didn’t
think you would. If it gets colder, you don’t have to stay out here. I just
finished feeding Wyatt so he should be good for a while.”
“All right.”
Cassidy walked down the deck stairs and joined the others on
the lawn. Her body blurred and shimmered as she took on her dire wolf form.
Ryder watched the werewolves cluster together. It looked as if they were
staring at each other, but in actual fact, he knew they were telepathically
communicating with one another. It was something only they could do. Modern-day
werewolves—the descendants of the original six sentinels—hadn’t inherited that
ability.
The baby squirmed in Ryder’s arms. He adjusted Wyatt so he
was propped in the crook of his arm in a sitting position. Wyatt smiled up at
him. Ryder kissed his silky cheek in return. Everyone in the pack showered the
newest generation with love and attention. Wyatt would never have to worry
about being ignored. There was someone always there, ready to give him whatever
he needed.
“You look more and more like your dad,” Ryder told the baby.
Wyatt was a miniature version of Edensaw, right down to the black hair and
brown eyes.
He shifted his gaze to the activity taking place on the
lawn. Of course he focused on Wren before anyone else. She was paired up with
Ketah and seemed able to hold her own against the wolf brother.
Wyatt let out a grunt, which was accompanied by a sound
Ryder had not wanted to hear. He looked down at the baby in time to see his
little face turn red as he finished filling his diaper. Ryder glanced toward
Cassidy and saw she was in the middle of sparring with Edensaw. He sighed.
There was nothing for it. He’d have to change Wyatt.
Ryder went inside the house and headed up the stairs to
Cassidy and Edensaw’s room where there was a changing table and everything he’d
need to clean the baby up. He laid Wyatt on the bed while he unwrapped him from
the blanket and then removed his jacket. A distinct odor wafted from Wyatt once
he kicked his legs.
He picked up the baby, then carried him over to the changing
table. “You’re a cute little thing, but you smell pretty bad right now.
Hopefully I can do this without messing it up.”
Ryder had only changed one other of Wyatt’s diapers, and it
had turned out to be a total disaster. He hadn’t been able to get the clean
diaper on properly. The baby had peed again right after Ryder had finished and
picked him up. Needless to say, both of them had needed a change of clothes
that time.
“All right, buddy. Let’s see if we can get this done without
any mishaps.”
He tugged off the baby’s pants before he opened the diaper
to see what he was faced with. It was a big mess. Ryder breathed through his
mouth as he grabbed some baby wipes, then used them to clean up Wyatt.
That was the easy part, even though it was the smelliest.
Ryder put a clean diaper under Wyatt’s bottom, then pulled the front up between
his legs. He fastened the tabs across Wyatt’s stomach. Wanting to make sure he
did the job right, he picked the baby up and looked at the diaper from every
angle. He shook his head at the sight of Wyatt’s butt crack showing above the
top of the diaper. That was another disaster waiting to happen. He fixed it
just as Carson and his mate Laci walked into the room.
Carson waved his hand in front of his face. “How did you get
stuck on poopy-diaper duty?”
“Everyone else is out back training. I didn’t want to
interrupt and get Cassidy to change Wyatt.”
“Then I guess we arrived just in time. If it had been any
earlier you might have tried to get one of us to do it instead.”
Ryder worked at putting the baby’s pants back on. “Like you
would have changed him,” he said. “You’re the only person out of the pack who
has yet to do it, and seems to conveniently disappear when it needs to be
done.”
Carson smiled. “I
“Of course not.”
His alpha’s mate placed the baby in his arms and smiled. “I didn’t
think you would. If it gets colder, you don’t have to stay out here. I just
finished feeding Wyatt so he should be good for a while.”
“All right.”
Cassidy walked down the deck stairs and joined the others on
the lawn. Her body blurred and shimmered as she took on her dire wolf form.
Ryder watched the werewolves cluster together. It looked as if they were
staring at each other, but in actual fact, he knew they were telepathically
communicating with one another. It was something only they could do. Modern-day
werewolves—the descendants of the original six sentinels—hadn’t inherited that
ability.
The baby squirmed in Ryder’s arms. He adjusted Wyatt so he
was propped in the crook of his arm in a sitting position. Wyatt smiled up at
him. Ryder kissed his silky cheek in return. Everyone in the pack showered the
newest generation with love and attention. Wyatt would never have to worry
about being ignored. There was someone always there, ready to give him whatever
he needed.
“You look more and more like your dad,” Ryder told the baby.
Wyatt was a miniature version of Edensaw, right down to the black hair and
brown eyes.
He shifted his gaze to the activity taking place on the
lawn. Of course he focused on Wren before anyone else. She was paired up with
Ketah and seemed able to hold her own against the wolf brother.
Wyatt let out a grunt, which was accompanied by a sound
Ryder had not wanted to hear. He looked down at the baby in time to see his
little face turn red as he finished filling his diaper. Ryder glanced toward
Cassidy and saw she was in the middle of sparring with Edensaw. He sighed.
There was nothing for it. He’d have to change Wyatt.
Ryder went inside the house and headed up the stairs to
Cassidy and Edensaw’s room where there was a changing table and everything he’d
need to clean the baby up. He laid Wyatt on the bed while he unwrapped him from
the blanket and then removed his jacket. A distinct odor wafted from Wyatt once
he kicked his legs.
He picked up the baby, then carried him over to the changing
table. “You’re a cute little thing, but you smell pretty bad right now.
Hopefully I can do this without messing it up.”
Ryder had only changed one other of Wyatt’s diapers, and it
had turned out to be a total disaster. He hadn’t been able to get the clean
diaper on properly. The baby had peed again right after Ryder had finished and
picked him up. Needless to say, both of them had needed a change of clothes
that time.
“All right, buddy. Let’s see if we can get this done without
any mishaps.”
He tugged off the baby’s pants before he opened the diaper
to see what he was faced with. It was a big mess. Ryder breathed through his
mouth as he grabbed some baby wipes, then used them to clean up Wyatt.
That was the easy part, even though it was the smelliest.
Ryder put a clean diaper under Wyatt’s bottom, then pulled the front up between
his legs. He fastened the tabs across Wyatt’s stomach. Wanting to make sure he
did the job right, he picked the baby up and looked at the diaper from every
angle. He shook his head at the sight of Wyatt’s butt crack showing above the
top of the diaper. That was another disaster waiting to happen. He fixed it
just as Carson and his mate Laci walked into the room.
Carson waved his hand in front of his face. “How did you get
stuck on poopy-diaper duty?”
“Everyone else is out back training. I didn’t want to
interrupt and get Cassidy to change Wyatt.”
“Then I guess we arrived just in time. If it had been any
earlier you might have tried to get one of us to do it instead.”
Ryder worked at putting the baby’s pants back on. “Like you
would have changed him,” he said. “You’re the only person out of the pack who
has yet to do it, and seems to conveniently disappear when it needs to be
done.”
Carson smiled. “I
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