“I don’t want anything extravagant,” Becca murmured, gently rocking their sleeping son in her arms while Dean peeled an apple nearby.
“And why not?” Dean asked, glancing at her. “This is our first child—the future Alpha of our pack.”
“I know, Dean,” she replied, accepting the apple slice he offered. “I just think we should keep things simple, you know?”
He smiled and nodded, conceding. “Alright, whatever you say. We’ll keep it low-key.” Then his lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Besides, I don’t like the idea of you being in a crowd. Especially around other men.”
Becca gave him a pointed look. “Seriously?”
Dean laughed. “What? I’m just being honest.”
“You always drift off topic,” she muttered, shaking her head, though a smile tugged at her lips.
He scooted closer to her and whis
