Isolde had miraculously appeared from her cave mid-week, walking into the daycare hand-in-hand with her mate. Vinny quickly located a chair for her, then helped her to lower herself down and placed a delicate kiss to her forehead. "I'm going to leave you now, my goddess," he told her softly. "I shall return when I have been dismissed from today's training, okay? But should you need me –"
"I shall send you one of those strange but quick textual messaging addendums via my handphone," she smiled tenderly.
At the back of the room, Layla's head whipped toward Rain who stood beside her. "Did she just say what I think she said?"
"If you think she sounded like a robot from Mars trying to describe a text message, then yes," Rain snorted as she crammed a Snickers into her mouth.
When Vinny had exited the front door, Isolde pivoted her wheeled chair toward the other two she-wolves and grinned. "Hello, friends! I have returned!"
"Welcome back, bitch," Layla grumbled beneath her breath before jumping out from behind the changing table and counter. "Isolde, it's wonderful to see you, girl!" She brought the other woman into an awkward embrace – as Isolde was still seated – and sighed. "Where have you been?"
Isolde fixed her hair and sat up straighter, trying but failing to position herself to over-emphasize her small pup bump. "Well, my ruggedly handsome mate and I have conceived our first pup, and so I have been focused on establishing a healthy routine to help to pave the way for a very robust child."
"Wonderful!" Layla cheered, then turned to Rain and whispered: "Blow it out your ass, bitch!"
Rain choked on her Snickers and began flailing her arms. A swift smack from Layla seemed to pop everything back into place and the blue tint left her pretty face. She inhaled hungrily and sighed. "I thought I was going to choke to death on a chocolate bar."
"Did you not just birth a pup?" Isolde raised an absolutely, disgustingly perfect natural eyebrow at the other she-wolf. "Chocolate and caffeine are no good for you or your pup. I presume that you are breastfeeding him, no? Having those poisons in your bloodstream will only retard your pup's mental and physical growth."
Layla ducked down to fish around in the lower cabinets at Rain's feet and began hissing. "Caffeine's no good for the pup but being a super cunt robo-mom doesn't hurt!"
Rain kicked her friend gently and smiled at the petite blonde. "I am breastfeeding, yes, but I don't think that one Snickers bar in the past month or so is really going to harm my son. The doctor says that he's developing perfectly, ticking off all of his milestones just as he should, and he's already a very tall little pup for his age." She paused then added: "And my mate and I are both very proud of him! We think he's perfect!"
Ignoring every single word that the other woman had just said to her, Isolde glanced around the large open room. "Where are the pups? Is this not a daycare?"
Layla popped up with a large roll of paper towels in her hand. "Today is actually a special day where the elder pups are brought to their new school, a real Kindergarten, and introduced to their teachers and fellow students. Sadly, quite a few of our pups have aged out. Anyhow, that basically leaves us with the littlest ones, who are all asleep in the nursery right now." She pointed toward a small room with a glass wall behind Isolde and off to the left. "And that leaves the twins – India and Iowa – and my two brats, who all got the day off."
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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...
