Chapter 100

Summer’s POV

I squished Addy’s baby like he was a squeaky stress ball—ten glorious minutes of pure squoosh before he started wiggling, and she swooped in for retrieval. Shifting doesn’t hurt babies—something about their rubber-band bodies and malleable tissues—and I was pretty sure that was a lifesaver for wolf-moms everywhere. Or maybe I just liked picturing a teeny shapeshifter doing somersaults in diapers.

Watching Jared cradle the little guy felt…weird. My head buzzed with that fluttery, “OMG-is-this-what-adulthood-is-like?” vibe. Not nausea—that was my body’s immediate “nope, we do not digest broccoli” system—but a fluttery, confetti-in-my-stomach sensation that I didn’t have a clue how to handle.

When we finally peeled ourselves away, I attacked Addy with a fierce bear hug. “Promise I get top babysitter status the moment you roll out of here,” I told her breathlessly. Jared hugged Damien—no awkward bro handshake, either—a legit full-body hug. My gut de