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words. Could she possibly understand just how powerful they were, how much they affected him whenever he thought them, felt them? Said them?
    Of course I know. I’m here with you. Our bodies are one. Our minds are one. We are one. Together always. She gazed at him with those fathomless amber eyes, the woman who was all things to him. Mate, wife, the mother of his children. The best friend he’d ever had in his life.
    He slipped out of her thoughts, content to experience the physical sharing alone. Then he sensed her silent laughter and raised his head. What?
    I don’t know why, but I was just thinking of our wedding. Me pregnant with the twins and looking like a beached whale, Lily like a little princess as the flower girl, Alex in his tux with the ring. They did a wonderful job, but I was still in shock over the fact you were actually marrying me. It was such a wonderful surprise when you proposed. You had seemed content with our bonding.
    He snorted, which always felt like the wolven equivalent to laughter. You’d already given birth to our daughter and you were pregnant with twins. It was time to make an honest woman of you.
    I’m glad. I never realized how much the simple ceremony of marriage would mean to me. It will always be a perfect memory. Just like tonight will be a perfect memory. Her eyes sparkled. Now, though, we need to go back. My breasts are full and that means Lucia will be waking.
    Reluctantly, Anton shifted. Their bodies separated and he rose to two feet. He tugged Keisha to her feet as well.
    “Why’d we shift?” She looped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
    He cupped her full breasts in his palms, leaned close, and planted a kiss on each turgid nipple. Then he sighed. “These. I just wanted one good look before I have to share.” He kissed her breasts again.
    Laughing, she shifted and took off running. He followed close behind and chased her all the way back to the house, nipping at her heels, knowing he was the luckiest man on earth.
     
    After a quick shower, Keisha went in to feed Lucia. Anton checked on the twins. Both boys slept soundly. Beautiful little boys sprawled as usual in their bunk beds, Gabe on the top one, Mac below. They made him smile—angelic in sleep, they could be holy terrors when awake. He stepped out of their room and reached for Lily’s door when Stefan sauntered down the hallway with a brandy snifter of what looked like cognac in each hand. One could only hope....
    “Brought you something.” Stef held out a glass.
    Anton took it, smiling. “Thanks. You always seem to know what I need. How were the kids?”
    “Not a sound. Lucia’s been asleep the whole time and the boys were out like lights as soon as they had their baths.”
    He glanced at Lily’s door. “How about the princess?”
    “She said Alex was being a poop, so she went to bed early with her Harry Potter book.”
    “Nothing new there. She sure bosses your son around. Poor Alex is going to grow up with issues.” Anton wrapped his hand around the doorknob. “Meet me in the study. I need to go tell her good night.”
    “Will do. And, Anton . . . don’t hold it against Lily. She’s just practicing for her alpha bitch role.”
    Stefan touched the rim of his glass to Anton’s. Both of them took a swallow of their cognac. The rich bite of the liquor took Anton back in time. How many glasses had he and Stefan shared over the years, how many life-altering events?
    He was probably better off not knowing.
    Quite true, my friend. Stefan shot him a quick grin, raised his glass in salute, and headed back down the hall. Anton stepped into Lily’s room.
    Lily’s empty room.
    “Lily? Where are you?” The light was on, the bed still made up, and while the pillows were piled against the headboard and her Harry Potter book lay on the covers, there was no sign of Lily. He checked the small bathroom, all the while casting out mentally for his daughter’s signal.
    Keisha? Is Lily with you?
    No. I’m in