Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty

Leo's POV

Our first night as parents isn't smooth sailing.

Arlo is just a newborn, after all.

He fusses often but now that Tabitha’s called some she’s able to aid him to latch.

I cannot count the hours I decided to lay and stare at the pair of them, Arlo laying between us as Tabitha slept.

Her delicate hand rested on his chest, feeling for his breath and rising chest that I’m sure on some subconsciously level aided her to sleep so soundly.

These beings before me are now my family.

My own little unit that feels far more important than my pack had ever meant.

Yes my people belonged to me and I belonged to them but never on this basest level that I belong to Tabitha and now Arlo.

I understand many things now, but specifically why Theo had left his pack in the hands of his father.

The birth of a child has a monumental effect on each party involved.

Whether that be a parent, grandparent or fellow pack member.

And the latter brings me to now.

It’s eight am and the pack, Theo’s pack, is buzz