Page 87 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

When he was done, Emre stuck a gold star sticker on Zenith’s chest.

“You’re doing great,” Emre said. “I think you’re going to graduate from Dad School.”

Warmth surged into Zenith’s chest. “Haveyougraduated from Dad School?”

Emre wrinkled his nose. “I think we’re really far from it, actually.”

Somehow, that didn’t sound quite as terrifying as Zenith thought it would.

Abbie wailed.Bean wailed.

Zenith rocked Abbie in his arms and glanced helplessly at Emre, who looked just as lost.

“I don’t get what we’re doing wrong. They’re fed and changed. They don’t look or smell sick. We’ve done everything we could,” Zenith said, his heart hurting.

Emre leaned against the wall and sank down to the floor, a human-shaped Bean in his arms. He sighed tiredly. “Sometimes it’s all we can do to hold them while they cry.”

Zenith sat down next to him, pressing their shoulders together.

They rocked the babies together, back and forth, taking comfort in each other.

“Still want one of your own?” Emre asked wryly.

Zenith looked down at Abbie, whose cheeks were flushed red as she cried. “Yeah. They make me want to protect them.”

Emre’s gaze went all soft; his cheeks turned pink.

The babies were crying, and all Zenith could think about was how much he wanted to kiss Emre.

“Does that make me a bad dad?” Zenith asked.

Emre looked up at him. “Does what make you a bad dad?”

Maybe he should’ve thought this through before speaking. Oops.

Zenith bit his lip. “Um. Me thinking about you. While they’re crying.”

Emre wriggled his shoulders. “We’ve been doing our best, but nothing seems to work. I don’t think what you’re thinking about makes any impact on the situation.”

Zenith sighed, his arms full of crying baby. “I just want to be a good dad.”

“Trust me, you’re plenty good.”

Emre said it with such certainty that Zenith glanced at him.He thinks of me as a dad so easily.

Zenith made a face. Emre nudged him.

“We can’t all be perfect,” Emre said dryly.

“I don’t know about that. I think you’re perfect.”

Emre lit up, his eyes sparkling. Gods, the urge to kiss him was overpowering.

If they stop crying,Zenith told himself.Once they stop crying, I’ll kiss him.

His stomach tightened with nerves.

Emre raised an eyebrow. “You look like you just swallowed a lemon.”