So I just grinned back.
“Can you do high-fives yet?” I checked, holding out a hand.
He made knuckles with his hand, and gave my palm knuckles, then erupted with laughter.
I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You’re a little trouble-maker, aren’t you?”
He babbled something, and I nodded. “It’s true; the trouble makers have the most fun. Pretty sure my pack’s sigmas would agree with you on that. I’m surprised you don’t have a pack yet, little man.”
He babbled something else to me, and I nodded. “Yeah, I guess your situation is pretty different than most. When your mom and I have everything figured out, I’ll make sure we find you a place. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.” I poked him in the nose, and he shrieked with laughter again. “Alright, we should go before someone decides I’m losing my mind. We can continue this conversation later, though.”
Standing, I gave him knuckles—to which I received a high-five and more babbling—and then opened the driver’s door for Lizzy’s wolf.
She licked my leg before jumping inside, right to the passenger seat.
The drive to my place wasn’t long, and Evan was quiet throughout most of it. Lizzy’s pop music played through the radio, and her wolf’s head rested on my thigh while we drove.
I parked her car in my driveway, planning to move Evan’s car seat over to my truck. I didn’t drive anything fancy, but didn’t want to put any more miles on her car than I needed to. And I fit a hell of a lot better in my truck, anyway.
Figuring I’d worry about the car seat later, I pulled Evan out of the car and headed inside. The pack had cleaned up after the end of the party, even doing the dishes I’d left in my sink in the morning before it, which I appreciated.
Carrying Evan up to my room, I shut the door behind us and Lizzy, and locked it so he couldn’t escape while I was changing. I’d showered the night before, and figured I’d do the same again after Evan went to bed.
The little guy went furry almost immediately after I put him down, and seemed to be having the time of his life sniffing around my room. I had to move a couple of things when he noticed them and tried to knock them off the nightstand—which made him absolutely furious—but after I scratched his furry head and pointed to the dirty laundry basket, he ran over there to check everything out.
Changing didn’t take long. Shaving didn’t cross my mind, but Lizzy’s wolf wouldn’t give a shit about whether or not my stubble was getting out of hand.
When I was dressed in clothes that hadn’t been hit with chocolate milk yet, I opened the door and called for Evan to follow me down to the first floor. The little wolf came skidding out of the room, and I watched him closely as he lunged for the stairs.
His little paws didn’t have a problem with the steps, and he didn’t slide at all, so I followed behind him.
Turning on music downstairs, I whistled while I made us some scrambled eggs. While I cooked, Evan ran laps around the kitchen and living room, stopping to sniff and lick things he’d already smelled and tasted. I stirred in plenty of meat for the little monster, and set two plates on the table before calling him over.
“Come on, Ev. I’ve got food.” I waved him toward me.
He ignored me completely.
Lizzy’s wolf jumped up onto the chair beside mine, and I noticed her eyeing me.
Was she worried I’d be mad that Evan ignored me or something?
He was only two. I didn’t know much about two-year-olds, but I sure as hell didn’t take his excitement for the world around him personally.
I called him over again, and was ignored once more.
So, I just set his plate of food on the floor, and got started on my own.
He came over and attacked the food for a minute before going out to explore some more, and then repeated the process. After I was done eating, I just watched the little guy run around, my fingers buried in Lizzy’s wolf’s fur.
A yawn stretched my face, and I grabbed my phone off the counter, starting a list of all the things I’d need.
-Crib.
-Crib mattress.
-Sheets and a blanket or two.
-Chocolate milk.