Epilogue
Riglan
My mate, my gorgeous brilliant mate had produced the cutest little baby ever seen on the face of the earth. Time would tell whether he had inherited the ability to shift, but whether he did or did not, he was still the best. Fate had matched us, and she knew her business.
From the moment the baby was born, I changed my working habits.
In two ways. First, I began to work upstairs whenever possible, learning to like daylight.
There were some jobs that only the security measures of the lair made possible, though.
And, down there, I couldn’t hear the baby cry or my mate if he needed me.
So, my high-tech room needed some remodeling.
After all, a baby and a mate needed to be with their alpha as much as possible.
Or maybe it was the other way around. Even though we’d shut down the guy who had been tormenting Malone, there were others out there who took pleasure from creating fear and anxiety in others.
If not for Fate, my mate would never have found me in a forum that had such security, the authorities did not know it existed.
It was a beautiful life my mate and I shared with our beautiful little boy.
My brave Malone, who’d insisted we stock up on bottles and formula, took to chest-feeding like a champ, and six months after his birth, our little one had never tasted a drop of milk his daddy did not provide for him from his own body.
I loved watching them together, the baby’s sleepy milk burps after he greedily sucked down all the nourishment his daddy offered him.
In ferret circles, babies usually stayed on daddy’s milk until a year at least, and my mate planned to exceed that, if his body allowed. He’d studied and learned the benefits and wanted our son to have them.
He wanted to go back to work, eventually, but I made enough to support us if he chose not to. Entirely up to him what he did for his career, whether or not it was an outside job or full-time daddy. My pleasure was in knowing he looked forward to every day, whatever that might mean.
I looked around my lair, with its “baby section.” I’d made Malone’s workspace months before, but more changes had happened.
Most still appeared very high-tech, even futuristic, but every inch of the basement had been babyproofed, and even now, Callum lay on his belly on a soft blanket, kicking his legs and pushing back and forth.
He had a toy bin and a crib and a dresser with a selection of clothes because babies go through a lot of outfits and diapers in a day.
Malone sat on the sofa, watching, a soft smile on his lips.
I’d thought I was happy with my life, or at least content, but now? I knew the true definition. Standing, I moved over to join my family. Work could wait. My priorities were in order. First love, then everything else could get in line.