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werewolf gene to skip a generation, they knew, for certain, that Davenport was going to make the transition into werewolf once he was sixteen. He’d been born in his pup form. They’d all gotten to see that he had the same white, silky fur as Samara and her ancestors.
    “I know, but I swear I saw it,” Emma insisted.
    “Relax, Em. I’m sure it was probably nothing. Maybe his body temperature is just a little high. It’s common with us.”
    “Maybe,” Emma replied, but she didn’t seem too convinced.
     
    *
     
    Once they were in the parking lot, Emma situated Davenport in his car seat and then helped Colby unload the groceries from the cart. After everything had been packed and they were sitting in the car themselves, she glanced over at him and cleared her throat nervously. “Colby? There’s something I sort of want to talk to you about,” she said quietly.
    “What is it?” he asked as he turned the key in the ignition and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. He couldn’t help it; any time he was in the car with Daven, he always drove at a snail’s pace. It was more out of habit now than it was out of fear of harming the baby in a collision.
    “Well, it’s just . . . I’ve been thinking about how cute Davenport is lately,” Emma explained. “And I was just wondering what you would think about maybe having a Pup of our own in the near future.”
    When Colby glanced over at her, he noticed that her eyes were lowered to the floor. “You want to have a baby ?” he squeaked.
    “Well . . . maybe,” Emma replied quickly. “Would it really be such a bad thing? It would be sort of nice to watch our child grow up with Davenport. If we had one soon, they would be pretty close in age.”
    “I don’t know, Em,” Colby replied, keeping his eyes trained on the road as he tried to consider what she was saying. “I love Davenport—I really do—and I love kids in general, but . . . a baby?” He took a deep breath. “We’re just so young.”
    “I know,” Emma whispered, staring at the road ahead of them.
    Colby grabbed her hand in his. “I think I understand what’s going on, though. You’ve been spending so much time with little Davie, so it’s just making you feel motherly all of a sudden. I get that you want us to maybe have a baby of our own soon, too, but . . . it’s been nice having our own privacy lately. I still feel like we’re newlyweds. And you want to do some traveling first, remember? There are so many things on your bucket list that we have yet to do. I think it would just be better for us to wait until the timing is perfect.”
    Emma didn’t glance over at him. “Yeah.”
    Colby still wasn’t able to listen in on Emma’s thoughts, but somehow, he was able to sense that she was annoyed at him. He wasn’t even sure what he’d done wrong, though.
    When he pulled the car into the driveway and began to unload the groceries, Emma got Davenport out of his car seat and took him into the house, closing the door loudly behind her without so much as glancing in Colby’s direction.
    It was obvious that she didn’t seem to want to talk to him. He just didn’t know why.

 
     
     
    Chapter 7: Emma
     
    Emma tried not to be too angry with Colby, partly because she didn’t want him to feel her anger, but mostly because she knew she couldn’t be mad at him for telling her how he felt. And he was right. They w ere young.
    She knew she had to find something to keep her mind occupied, though, or she was only going to worry about the test results. Daven seemed like he wanted to play, so she crawled around with him on the floor and made quacking sounds. Daven loved that.
    After a while, he seemed to get tired and curled up in her arms and fell asleep. At that moment, Bennett appeared in the room. “My, my . . . you and Mr. Jackson seem to spending quite a lot of time apart today, don’t you agree?” He smiled and then teased, “Might it be because one of you was offended by the other’s