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As I leave their lounge, I message Temp, then stand by the door waiting for Kean, who arrives a moment later.

“I’ll drive,” I say, as we walk to my car.

“In that case, when we get food, I’ll feed you.”

I laugh. “This will be the strangest date night ever.”

CHAPTER 6

I’m holding Kean’s hand as Monica walks with us into the hospital. To say both Kean and I are still in shock is an understatement.

We arrived at the office in just over three hours, which included getting drive-thru and Kean feeding me.

Then Monica dropped her surprise.

“Kean, it's lovely to meet you. I’m Monica Chaney,” she held her hand out.

Kean shook it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She waved us to the seats in front of her desk before sitting down. “I’m sorry to make you both come here this late in the evening. Titus, as you know, Reggie and Doris both died last night. Reggie died straight away, and Doris lived long enough to give birth to their little boy.”

“Is the baby alright?” Kean asked.

Monica nodded. “Yes, thankfully. Their little boy, Lyric, was also in the car, but his car seat saved him.”

“The poor thing, though, he must be so scared and confused,” I said, still confused as to why she was telling us this.

“He is, bless him. Neither Reggie nor Doris had any other family. I was their emergency contact and had power of attorneyif it was ever needed, and guardianship of the children. I’ve already spoken to the Paranormal Adoption Agency and told them the children are to be placed in your care. The adoption paperwork will only take a few days.”

I’m in shock. I look at Kean, pretty sure my face is wearing the same expression as his. Of all the things Monica could have called us in for, never did I consider this situation.

“We’ll take the boys, of course we will,” Kean said, without the least hesitation.

I take his hand and look at Monica. “We’ll love those boys, of course we will.”

It looks like Monica breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll sort out the house and everything and place all the money in trusts for the boys for when they are older.”

“That makes sense,” I said.

“Is there a way we can collect, Lyric is it? Kean asked her.

She nodded.

“Collect Lyric’s things; they should offer him some comfort.”

“And any pictures, so when the boys are older, we can tell them about their birth parents.”

Monica smiled. “I knew the two of you would be perfect. Your case worker from the adoption agency is waiting at the hospital to meet with you both.”

“You said the boys were fine,” I pointed out.

“And they are, but the baby’s birth was traumatic, and Lyric, they wanted to keep Lyric under observation, just to be on the safe side.” She stands up. “Let’s make our way to the hospital. We’ll take separate cars and meet at the front of the hospital.”

We followMonica to a waiting room. We see our case worker stand up and walk over to us, holding out his hand. He is a tall man, at about six feet eleven and has muscles upon muscles. Helooks more suited to being a sportsman rather than someone who works for an adoption agency. I was shocked when we first met and Justin told us he was a Bison Shifter.

“Kean, Titus.”

We shake his hand.