no news is good news

Rhyme wasn’t forced to wait very long after his call for Theory to make her way to his side. She perked as her blue eyes fell on him and the gift he’d nabbed for them. Rhyme smiled softly, it seemed like there was so much to keep him from smiling but being in her presence. She nuzzled against him and he leaned into the affection before attention was returned to dinner, and how much of a relief spring was. Rhyme began to prepare the carcass she she went on, paying particular attention to her light laughter. A sound he sorely missed.

She mentioned that she had needed to get a hold of him as well, but he’d called her first. As he finished a strip of breast the once alpha would grin back at his daughter. She knew his struggles and his life raft, there wouldn’t be too much surprise in his first words. The second could be contested.

Though he would have enjoyed just company over dinner, he hoped that this would be better. ”A surprise, or maybe not.” Rhyme started cryptically. If any of his daughters would approve of Samara being beside him it was Theory. ”Samara agreed to be my mate.” He told her with a grin, he wasn’t sure if he could put into words how much he relied on Samara. That wasn’t all e had for her though, ”She’s not sure but, I’m almost certain we’re expecting.” Now the excitement was fully setting in. Rhyme would raisethese children as a complete family and they’d have three older sisters to help guide them. He looked into Theory’s eyes, especting the same vibrance he felt.