Ryan stood in the middle of the small bedroom, clad in a gray, paint-splattered t-shirt and black basketball shorts. He wiped a hand over his forehead, then set a baseball cap atop his head to hold back the longest strands of his dark brown hair. He sighed as he glanced at his brother. "She was absolutely adamant that it had to be this color!"
The Alpha stared down at the bucket of painfully bright blue and groaned. "This is so bright it's going to give the poor pup a perpetual migraine."
"At least it's blue," Ryan shrugged. "She was looking at other shades before she chose this."
Chris' head snapped up at this news. "Do I even want to know?"
"Gray Heliotrope," Ryan made quotation marks with his fingers. "It was not gray, dude – it was fucking purple. When I dared to suggest that painting a wolf's nursery purple might demasculinize him, she went into hysterics in the hardware store and I thought I was going to get beaten by several old ladies with very oversized leather handbags."
Chris bent at the waist as he laughed. "Goddess help us!"
"Her second choice," Ryan continued while trying not to laugh, "was called Scarlett O'Hara." He made air quotes again and erupted into laughter while trying to say the paint color's name. Calming himself, he shrugged and began sorting through the painting supplies. "It's blue, so just count your blessings."
"Shocking Blue," Chris read the label and wrinkled his nose. "Well, you can't sue for false advertising on this one!"
Ryan snorted and continued setting up two of the rollers with extension poles so that they could paint the ceiling first. As he finished up the first set-up, he handed it off to his brother. "We are under strict instructions from She Who Shall Not Be Named to paint the ceiling white."
Chris shrugged his wide shoulders dramatically. "What other color would one paint a ceiling?"
"I thought it might be fun to do a kind of mural of the stars or something fun to look at, but I was nearly de-balled for suggesting that. So, in the interest of keeping my nuts attached to my body, I opted to stick with the standard, boring white." Ryan made a ridiculous grin at this and then erupted into laughter again. "Oh my goddess, the look on your face right now!"
"Shit, man," the Alpha laughed too. "She's really that bad?"
Ryan finished setting up his own paint roller, then set to pouring the white paint into one of two silver trays. "Dude, you visit the daycare twice a week and I know the two of you talk. Come on. Don't tell me that she's not like this at work?"
"Alright," Chris admitted, nodding his head slowly. "She has been crying a lot at work, and I feel like Layla and I have to keep making excuses so that the pups aren't terrified of her."
Ryan exploded into laughter at this and nearly spilled paint all over his foot. "I would pay to see that!"
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
