Chapter 120

Lizzy's POV

As much as I hated it, I couldn’t despise Elliot. It had been less than twenty-four hours, but Evan had already put him through the wringer, and Elliot had taken it all in stride.

My wolf followed him through the store as he loaded a cart with non-perishable things—a crib, crib sheet, and a fuzzy blanket. He let Evan pick the blanket and ended up with one with a massive, realistic-style dinosaur on it. I would’ve said no to that if I’d been there because it was a little creepy. But Elliot didn’t seem to think it was worth the battle, and Evan was holding it in a death grip.

He wasn’t wrong about the battle. The blanket was ugly, but it didn’t really matter.

Elliot had to pull Evan out of the shopping cart to figure out what his diaper size was, which pissed Evan off and earned him a hell of a lot of furious toddler screams and pinches, but Elliot only teased him about his temper and buckled him back into the shopping cart’s seat in return. Eventua