The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 11 Family drama

Ethan

Following the direction of Paisley’s pointing finger, I scan the crowded courtyard for my daughter’s look alike. Despite my best efforts, I don’t see anyone fitting her description. I believe Paisley saw a child who resembled her, but it seems like she’s gone now. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t see her.”

Paisley drags her expectant gaze from my face, looking back across the mall. Her little face scrunches up in disappointment when she too fails to find the child in question. “Daddy, I swear. She looked exactly like me! Maybe she’s my sister!”

Chuckling warmly, I tug my pup towards the theater entrance. “I know you want a sister, my love, but your mommy only gave birth to you.”

“No, daddy, that was my sister.” She insists stubbornly. “I decided!”

This is not the first time my daughter has invented an imaginary sibling or invisible friend to play with, after all, don’t all children at this age? I know it’s no use arguing, and I don’t want to stifle her creativity. Instead I shake my head in amusement and agree, “All right little one. Sister or not, it’s time for the movie.”

From her expression, Paisley suspects I’m merely humoring her, but she doesn’t argue. She’s too excited to see this film. For the next two hours, my sweet pup delights at the antics of the characters on the sprawling silver screen, and I sit back and enjoy the sound of her laughter. With her medical

troubles I have to relish every moment of joy we can find, especially the simple joys like this one.

favorite restaurant, which offers a 360 degree view of my beautiful city. Stuffing our faces full of rich Italian food, we gaze out the floor to ceiling windows

take our pup inside the ladies’ room and help her through the process. Unfortunately, I can do no such thing. I know it’s not a big deal, but

but my little girl has a prideful streak. “Daddy I’m not a baby ‘nymore, I

wait right here.” I vow, raising my

disappears inside, I

line, but I can feel their eyes on me nonetheless. This is the downside of being Alpha; I can’t go anywhere without being recognized, and the tabloids keep my private life plastered across

walk off in the opposite direction. “Paisley, Daddy’s over here.” I call to

easily, scooping her up and belatedly wondering if she somehow managed to

fight my

not topple out of my arms. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but

eyes to slits, “I’m Riley and I don’t like you. Let me go!” She repeats, pummeling my

what are you doing?” A small voice sounds in the vicinity of my hip, and

being their clothes, “What? How is this possible?” Scenting the pup in my arms, I realize she truly isn’t Paisley. She smells similar,

in shock, and my daughter begins bouncing up and down in excitement, “Daddy, you

she wolf in oversized sunglasses sweeps through the crowd and plucks Riley out of my hands, stunning

rather than my other senses. By the time I knock enough sense into my head to track her scent, it’s too late. I catch one last glimpse of the woman as she stands calmly in the elevator waiting for the doors to close. I’ve barely stepped forward when the silver panels slide shut, obscuring her from