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“He’s fine. He just wanted me to speak to you. He’s having a bit of a belly thing.”

“Oh, that sucks. There’s some mint tea somewhere in here. Possibly. If not mint tea, there’s at least some dried mint in here. Again, possibly. I don’t know. We brought a bunch of stuff.” Dean seemed less concerned. “We brought a pretty big haul though. You know, now we have to keep getting up here before the snows start, making it harder and harder. Once that happens, we come up once every two weeks with the snowcat.”

“Much appreciated.” He gave Dean what felt like an insipid smile. Supplying really wasn’t in his purview, but he supposed these men were his family now, so he sort of had to be interested, or pretend to be. Honestly, he wanted to work with wood, enjoy his mate, and periodically play cards with Timothy and a few of his other new friends in the pack. “Rory and I have some news.”

Liam blinked at him. “Are you getting married?”

“Pardon?”

“You know, like, hitched. Are you going to have a big wedding? Do wolves have big weddings? If you do, are they done fuzzy with fancy collars?” Liam looked at Dean, who shrugged.

“How the hell would I know? I mean, I’ve never seen a wolf wedding.”

Liam tilted his head. “Isn’t that a song?”

Fen was beginning to think that he was completely and totally lost, and maybe this was a terrible idea. Surely, Rory would have done a better job than this. These men spoke a different language than he was used to.

“We’re already mated. That’s enough.”

The moon had brought them together. Everyone knew that they lived in the same home. They were having a baby. How much more proof of their love would anyone need?

“Oh. That’s cool. We’re glad he’s happy.” Liam offered him a grin, and Dean nodded.

“What’s the news then?”

He couldn’t have hidden his happy smile for love or money. “We’re pregnant.”

Liam blinked. Dean’s mouth fell open. They stared at him as if he’d grown two heads.

“Who’s pregnant?”

“Rory and I are going to have a baby,” Fen said.

They still stared at him. Finally, Liam asked, “Who’s having the baby?”

“Rory is.” He tried not to grin. Fen supposed that if they had all thought they were solely human, then this would be a shock to them.

Just as it had been to Rory at first.

“But—”

Dean elbowed Liam in the ribs. “Congratulations, man. That’s awesome. Right, Liam?”

“Well, I mean…the baby part is cool.” Liam’s eyes were gigantic, completely panicked. “He’s going to be okay, though? I mean, all weirdness aside, this isn’t dangerous or anything, right? That’s my brother. I’m not going to let anybody hurt him, not even my niece and nephew.”

Fen’s heart melted. “It is perfectly normal. He’s been to the midwife, and the pregnancy is progressing beautifully. He has morning sickness. He can’t smell coffee without throwing up. He cries a lot. But the midwife says that’s normal. He’s really worried you guys are going to be angry at him.”

Liam frowned. “That’s stupid. Why would we be angry at him? He didn’t get pregnant alone. If we were gonna be angry, we would be angry at you.”

Dean chuckled. “That’s right, you knocked up our baby brother. That’s just rude. That requires us thinking about our baby brother having sex. Well, that’s nasty. So, you’re in big trouble, mister.”

“Yep, big trouble. You have to help us unload the truck.” Liam smiled, the expression wolfish. “And then we have to see Rory. We need to see him. He’s our brother, and I gotta know what you need for the baby.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “So, are you going to be able to tell if it’s a boy or girl, or do you have to wait? When’s he going to have the baby? Where are you going to put the baby? There are so many questions.”

“Right. Like is he going to have a puppy?” For a moment, Liam seemed utterly horrified.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Seriously? We saw when John had the puppies—babies! Babies. When John had the babies. They were baby shaped, not puppy shaped.”