(Small Fry Chapter 3)
I put on a pair of jeans, a
long-sleeved, black t-shirt and a purple, zip-up sweater, before I wandered
downstairs to fix myself some brunch. However,
just as I opened the fridge, I was startled by a knock at the door.
I smelled whoever it was,
was one of the pack. So when I swung
open the front door, I wasn’t surprised to find Walt Wisetail standing on my
icy veranda. Behind him, was his U.S. Forest
Service hover-vehicle, parked on the snowy driveway.
“Walt,” I smiled on my
distant relation. “How are you? How’s Wendy and the rug rats?”
“We’re well, thanks Aunt
B.” He smiled proudly.
He was a typical Lokoti
Werewolf, being completely devoted to his mate and young. Never in a million years would he gripe about
his wife’s mood swings. In fact, his
grin grew even wider with his next update.
“Actually, Wendy and I are
expecting again.”
“A third kid on the
way?” My eyebrows arose. “Wow, you really are following Lokoti
Werewolf tradition there, Walt.”
He chuckled as he came in
from the cold air, “How about yourself Aunt B, better late than never?”
Declan’s voice interrupted,
as he jogged down the stairs. “We were stopping to smell the roses, before
weighing down the marriage with kids.”
“Kids don’t take away from
the marriage, Uncle Dec.” He said affably.
“They add to it, just you wait and see.”
My mate said sarcastically,
“Oh yeah, the messy diapers, the late night feedings and losing your free time
for the next 18 years; I can see how you’d say that. Kids take away the need for romantic dinners,
annual overseas holidays or even intimate evenings with the wife.”
“With that attitude, you’re
being extremely optimistic that you’re still going to have a wife to be
intimate with.” I passed a glare.
“Oh you two!” Walt laughed loudly at our banter. “Trust me, kids can add to the sex life. Especially when the parents have to think up
new ways how to sneak it in quietly, it leaves a lot to experimentation.”
Declan and I exchanged
raised eyebrows at his candor.
“Now about those beds...”
my husband laughed it off, “…this way.”
He turned to lead him
upstairs when I spoke, “What about the beds?”
“Oh,” Walt paused and
looked to Declan to explain.
“I’m giving our spare beds
to the Wisetail’s.” He stated.
“You are?” My hands moved to my hips. “When did you discuss THIS with me?”
“Now,” he said simply,
before he started to make his way up the stairs again.
“Hold on - hold on - hold
on!” I interrupted, making the two turn
around once more.
“Er, is there a
problem?” Our guest looked
uncomfortable. “If you still need the
beds Aunt B -”
“No, you can have the beds,
Walt.” I said in annoyance, whilst
glaring Declan’s way. “But I’m pissed
off that my husband didn’t mention this before.”
“We don’t need the beds
right now, B!” He snapped. “Let Walt and Wendy have them, since their
‘tribe’ is growing faster than ours is.”
“THAT’S not the problem,
Declan! The problem is you didn’t ASK me
first!” I growled.
“Why the hell, do I have to
ask you?” He asked indignantly. “What, every time I talk kids with the guys,
I have to fill you in?”
“When were you talking to
the guys about kids?” I asked in
disbelief.
“When Walt, Forrest and
Caesar, were telling me about the kind of things we’re gonna need, for the
nursery!” His voice rose. “Now quit with the third degree, woman!”
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