Page 89 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Gladly,” Zenith said, aching to have Emre back in his arms. “And more of that kissing in bed?”

Emre turned pink, smiling so brightly that he was almost difficult to look at.

“Don’t forget to whisper sweet pickup lines to each other in the darkness,” Huxton said from somewhere in the mansion. “I have written some in glow-in-the-dark ink.”

“You—” Zenith groaned. Emre snickered.

“It’s on the ceiling,” Huxton added.

“Fuck off,” Zenith said. “You did not.”

“Oh yes, I did.”

Zenith sighed. It was Emre who stood up first, to tuck Bean into his spelled bed. Zenith followed close behind—they had Abbie and Bean sleeping in the same crib now, and Abbie was spending a lot of time curled up around Bean when they were both pups, licking Bean’s ears as he slept.

When the babies were both comfortable, Zenith took Emre’s hand and led him to their bedroom, scanning the walls and ceiling. “I don’t see anything.”

“That’s because you need to turn on the lights to charge them first.Thenthey’ll glow!” Huxton said.

Emre switched on the lights. After a while, he switched them off.

Bright pink writing shone on the walls and ceiling, several pickup lines that Zenith refused to look at.

He turned the lights back on. “Guess we’re wearing blindfolds tonight.”

“Both of us?” Emre sounded excited.

“Both of us,” Zenith said. “I guess we’re going to explore a new kind of kink.”

To Zenith’s horror,the poopnami happened.

It was supposed to be a routine diaper change. Bean was a few weeks old by this point, and Zenith had diaper changes under his belt.

Emre smelled it first. By the time Zenith brought Bean to the changing station in the nursery, he could smell it too. He undid the fasteners on the diaper and laid it out, turning away for one second to grab a clean one.

Except Bean’s stomach made a gurgling sound.

Then a squelching sound.

Fluid splattered.

When Zenith turned back, bracing himself, he wasnot preparedfor the sight that met him.

It was as though someone had poured a bowl of tan-brown batter into a hose and sprayed it all out. Bean’s poop waseverywhere.Bits of it had gotten on everything in front of him—his legs, Zenith’s clothes, even the supplies on the changing station and the floor around them.

Zenith regularly dealt with complex plots for his books, but to be faced with an epic mess of stinking proportions all at once—it was overwhelming.

He stopped and stared.

He despaired.

He took a few deep breaths and centered himself. “Uh, Emre?”

“Yeah?” Emre said from downstairs. He was in the kitchen with Abbie, and Zenith hated that he was interrupting Emre’s meal.

He sighed. “I just wanted to whine. It’s okay.”

“What happened?” Emre sounded concerned.