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curling around Cole as he closed his eyes.
    “I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow.”

    * * * *

    “It’s a baby, jackass,” Chance said as he and Chauncey stared down at Cole.
    “What’s a baby doing here?” Chauncey asked.
    “The stork was drunk and dropped him off here instead of at the vampire coven.” Sometimes Chance wondered if they truly shared the same gene pool.
    “You’re a real smart-ass, ain’t ya?” Chauncey snapped as he squatted down in front of Cole.
    “I don’t think you two should be cursing in front of him,” Bryce said as he walked into the living room. “Pa will whup both of you if he catches you cursing in front of a cub.”
    Chauncey snorted as he waved a hand at Cole. “I highly doubt the kid can talk, let alone repeat what we say.” Chauncey looked over his shoulder at Chance. “Can he?”
    “You are such a boy genius,” Chance grumbled and then curled his lip. “What is that smell?”
    “I think it’s the cub,” Bryce said as he took a step back, his face crinkled in disgust. “Or someone opened a landfill close to us.”
    “The cub did that?” Chauncey asked as he screwed his face up and stood, taking a step back. “I’m not cleaning that up.”
    “It’s not like he threw up.” Bryce chuckled.
    “No, but it smells like it,” Chauncey complained as he waved a hand in front of his face. “Where’s his ma or pa?”
    “Cub only has a pa. He’s upstairs with our pa,” Chance related. “So I guess it’s up to us to change him.”
    “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you do it,” Chauncey said as he began to back out of the room, waving his hands frantically in front of him. “I don’t know shit about diapers.”
    “Stop cursing, damn it,” Bryce snapped. “It can’t be that hard.”
    “There’s his bag,” Chance said as he pointed over to the diaper bag his pa had given him when he left Chance in charge of Cole. “Go for it.”
    Bryce knelt down in front of Cole, stripping his pants off and unsnapping his onesie. He peeled back the tabs on the cloth diaper liner and then coughed. “I need something to put the soiled diaper in.”
    “On it,” Chauncey said as he bolted from the room. He returned a moment later with the large kitchen trash can in one hand and rubber gloves in the other.
    “Thanks.” Bryce reached up for the gloves but Chauncey pulled them away.
    “These are for me.” He slid them on and then held the can toward Bryce. “Go for it.”
    Bryce grumbled as he pulled the diaper back. “Oh my god!”
    “He’s so little. How did he—” Chance took a step back.
    “I’m gonna be sick.” Chauncey belched.
    “I need something to clean him up with,” Bryce choked out. Chance had never seen so much—He was going to be sick right along with Chauncey. He opened his mouth wide, gagging as he fanned the air in front of his face.
    “It’s all the way up his back,” Bryce cried. “We need to clean him up.”
    “Bring him in here,” Chauncey said as he dropped the trash can and ran into the kitchen. Bryce picked Cole up, letting the cloth diaper fall into the trash as he rushed Cole into the kitchen. Chauncey had the sink filled with water. “Put him in here.”
    Bryce rushed across the kitchen and sat the cub in the water. “Why are we putting him in the sink?”
    “Because he’s not old enough to stand in the damn shower,” Chauncey said as he splashed water over Cole. The cub smiled as his small fists slapped the water, his toothless smile making Chance melt on the spot.
    “What in the hell is that smell?” Curtis, Chauncey’s mate, complained as he walked into the kitchen. “Whatever you’re cooking, I don’t want any.”
    “We’re not cooking anything, honey bunny. We’re bathing a cub.”
    Curtis walked over to the sink, his eyes wide as he stared at Cole and then the three brothers. “Why is there a baby in the sink?”
    “Because he can’t wipe his own ass?” Chance asked as he grabbed a clean