I curl up next to my son and try to sleep. But I know I won’t be able to rest until my mate returns. I trust in Slade’s promises that he will never leave me again. I push down my fears and insecurities. He just needs to take to his wolfskin and have a run beneath the moon. I can’t fault him for that. He will love our cub just as he loves Gauge. And our child will only strengthen the bond between us. I have nothing to worry about. But still, I can’t sleep and my heart beats harder in my chest.I kiss my sleeping son upon the brow and slip out from beneath the covers. I decide a hot bath is just what I need. I still have bits of forest clinging to my skin in places, smudges of dirt, though I don’t regret the beautiful act that took place between me and my mate beneath the moon. I watch the tub fill up. I’m just about to step out of my gown when I hear the creak of the wood from the porch. Slade is back. I smile. Perhaps he would like to join me in the bath.He has the key, so I shed my

I open my eyes bathed in the sunlight. I first look to the crib that sets near my bed, but finding it empty, I do not panic. Next, I look to the clock on my phone. It is nine in the morning. Which means my amazing mate has let me sleep in again. Our baby girl Sage has an internal alarm clock that defaults every morning at six a.m. and her big brother Gauge is hardwired to awaken by seven thirty. Slade has gotten up with our cubs this morning and let me catch up on some much-needed rest.Juggling a four-month-old, a toddler, a part time job, an apprenticeship, and the final semester of nursing school is tough. But Slade makes everything easier. We are very much in a partnership and he’s a very hands-on Father. My mate doesn’t mind breaking traditional pack roles and being a stay-at-home Dad. His wood working business is really taking off. He makes custom made furniture right from the shed we set up outside our cabin. And the orders keep rolling in. He has a passion for it. After I grad