White Lightning

Chapter 98: Firing Fred Hairs

Warning: The second half of this chapter has some smutty-smut. If that's not your thing, you should skip it. You'll miss some curious info, but you'll be able to figure it out next chapter. :) I hope this chapter finds everyone well, taking care of themselves, and maybe this will help make your day just a little better . . . . . . . . . 









"Dada!" Christopher shrieked, dropping his stegosaurus toy with excitement as his father Ryan stomped in the door from a long day of boring patrols. "Dada, Dada, Dada!" He cheered as he tossed his short arms into the air and danced on top of the large wolf's booted-feet.


"Little man!" the Beta grinned as he swept his toddler into his arms and spun him through the air. "Where's your super sexy momma at?"


Wandering into their chaotic living room with their daughter clutched in her arms, Rain offered her mate a contented smile. "I was just feeding your ravenous pup."


"And I heeped wit da deeper," Christopher nodded as he placed his chubby little hand atop his father's chest. "I big budder!"


"You are," the Beta poked a finger into his son's chubby baby belly and grinned. "You're the smartest, bestest, most perfect big brother. Anna is very lucky!"


The pup nodded and then rested his head atop his father's shoulder with a dramatic sigh. "She smewwy."


Ryan laughed loudly as he placed a delicate kiss onto his pup's pile of brunette locks and then carried the child toward his mate. "Missed you, baby girl," he offered as he pressed a kiss onto Rain's pink lips. "Thank the Goddess it was another long, boring day. No signs of life on the other side of the fence, no gossip, no TJ meddling where he doesn't belong. Just peace and beautiful silence. Well, aside from Vin's bad vegetable humor."


Gripping the loop at the very back of her mate's black cargo pants, Rain held him in place beside her. "Boring is good, babe. I like your days to be boring, because that means you're safe and you're going to come home to us feisty."


"Mrs. Beta Sitkowski," he playfully gasped as her hand caressed his backside. "Are you coming onto me in front of the children? What has gotten into you, you randy minx?"


Snorting, Rain spun on her heels and headed back down the hallway and into their bedroom. Setting Annabelle into her bassinet, she sighed. "I would love to do that thing that your dirty mind is dreaming of, sir, but you're holding a child in your arms. Also, I don't service Beta Sitkowski until after he has fed me."


When both of the pairs' eyes shifted to the pup still leaning on his father's shoulder, Christopher yawned loudly. "Dada, I sees somethin' that daddy says I shoulds tell oo."


Ryan glanced at Rain, and she shrugged. "What's that, little man?" he inquired as he set his son down onto the bed and began to take off his sweat-soaked t-shirt. "You can tell me anything! Mommy too, you know?"


"I saws a strayer woof hidings by-by the thing," he pointed over his shoulder toward their kitchen and, far beyond that, the compound. "Daddies said to tell if stranyerers seen."


Rain narrowed her eyes. Glancing at her mate across their room, she frowned. "Chris gave them a speech the other day about strangers." Then, to her pup, she inquired, "You saw a stranger, baby?"


Their pup nodded as Ryan began tugging on a clean shirt. "Where?"


"By-bies da thing," he stammered, batting his lengthy caramel eyelashes. The picture of his biological father, in miniature, Christopher pointed over his shoulder again, nearly slapping Ryan in the face. "A gir-woof."


"Huh," Rain mused as she sat down on the bed with her mate and son. Trying to remember when her pup could have wandered off unattended, she grew frustrated. She was always with him and Annabelle, and she hadn't seen any strangers. "Can you tell us what she looked like?"


Christopher stood up and fell into his mother's lap, slamming his sneaker-clad feet down onto his father's crotch. Ryan groaned. "Shes had trolls hairs!"


Ryan tried not to laugh as he eyed his mate and groaned. "Troll hair, huh? Was she, perhaps, on a world tour? Spreading happiness and love and all that happy horse shit?"


"Shes not a hort, she a woof," the pup reiterated as he began squirming in their laps.


"I think he probably means Crimson," Rain laughed gently as she began to run her hands through her toddler's abundant chestnut locks. "She has that obnoxious fire engine red hair and he's never really met her. I saw her the other day, the day that Chris was at the daycare, in fact. She was in jogging gear and she looked like she was going for a run."


Ryan smirked. "I thought the only exercise she did happened on top of a mattress?"


"She has firing fred hairs!" Their young pup nodded proudly, echoing his mother's words. "I tolded Daddy! Firing fred hairs!"


Ryan raised the pup's foot up, tugged off his sneaker, tossed it across the room, and started playfully gnawing on his son's toes. "What do you think everyone's favorite not-nice-word was up to, hmm?" He paused in his teasing and then growled at Christopher, "NOM NOM NOM! WAS SHE EATING LITTLE PUP TOES?"


"I don't even want to imagine," Rain scoffed as she stood up and sighed. "I'm going to go make dinner. Tacos or tacos?"