With Hands to Hold | ✔

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They had arrived back at their pack around lunch time. After arriving home, Spiraea made a couple sandwiches before they both set out again.

Vincent headed to his office in the pack house, and Spiraea to the pack nursery. Since the previous night, things had been strange between the two- not awkward, but it was as if the tension that had come between then had grown tenfold.

It was suffocating.

Spiraea also hadn't missed how her thoughts would jump to the man whenever she let them wonder. She was used to thinking about him, because she loved him. But what shocked her the most was the depravity of the thoughts!

She could still feel the way he had teased her, how he had brought her to the edge of sanity itself. She thought about him doing more, she wanted to feel his scruffy beard against the inside of her thigh.

Quickly shaking her head, she tried to focus on her work. As she stepped through the doors to the nursery she smiled at the scent of baby powder and Johnsons baby shampoo.

Spiraea had missed the nursery, though she had only been away for a day she had grown incredibly attached in the days she had spent there.

Kate greeted her with a bright smile and a warm hug. After Kate gushed at Spiraea's retelling of the wedding, and Spiraea gushed at Kate telling her about what she had missed with the babies both women got to work.

She had a lot of fun, getting to know some of the other babies, though she still had her favourite, Max. It would seem that Spiraea was Max's favourite too, only calming down whenever she held him. She would rock him, talk to him, and hold him whenever she could.

Kate even warned her about holding him too much lest he get too attached, she worried that if he woke in the night whilst the Luna wasn't around that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Upon hearing the woman's worry, Spiraea joked that she would just have to take him home with her.

She wanted very much to adopt the pup, but she knew that she would have to talk to Vincent about it first. It would be a big decision on both their parts, and though they had discussed wanting pups they hadn't about the timing of it.

She supposed now, whilst he was dealing with Damien probably wasn't the best time, but if there was anything her turbulent life had taught her was that there was never a right time. She decided that she would at least bring up the idea with him, it wasn't as if they had to decide right away and she was a pack mother so she would keep looking after Max whilst they did, and even after they did.

She thought about Vincent, wondering what he would say, what he was doing, about what they did the night before. Her cheeks flushed, though it wasn't entirely visible under her tan skin. That man was driving her insane in a way that she loved- if insanity was the price of him, then let the world be her mad house.

Max kicked in her arms slightly, drawing her attention back to him. She adjusted him on her arms, cradling him closer to her and nuzzling his smaller nose with her own.

"I want to be your mama, and Vincent would be your papa." She spoke in a soft voice, "Would you like that Maximillian?"

The baby in her arms, his little pink gums and tiny tongue on display.  Spiraea had to fight the urge to swoon with an audible 'aww', he was so adorable, it squeezed her heart. Max's fingers grasping at her breast, cooing and vocalising little sounds. She couldn't help smiling, cooing back at him gently.

It would seem that he was in agreement.

His sudden crying would have startled her if she wasn't used to the constant expression from these tiny creatures. The pungent scent of poop wafted through the air, causing her to hold him away from her nose scrunched in disgust.