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Braendan down and while he had not attacked Braendan, he'd made it clear that further incidents would not end well.
    Braendan would have honestly been impressed by the man's restraint, but he suspected he knew why he was being given such leeway. More often than not, Shannon could be seen in the arms of one of his pack members, and while he was still too young to speak, he could definitely communicate in his own way.
    His immediate family seemed particularly adept in interpreting what the baby wanted—or perhaps Shannon was just that good at twisting them around his little finger. Either way, Shannon managed to get the pack more sympathetic to his plight. Mathias must have helped too—something he'd quite likely been very eager to do.
    It gave Braendan a lot of time with Myles, and it also made him fall for the little werewolf more and more. After Braendan checked on the wards and made sure they were in good condition, he and Myles spent hours walking in the forest, hand in hand, talking about their lives.
    Braendan didn't push for further intimacy, since it wouldn't have been proper, not yet. It was enough that he could read the glow of happiness in Myles's energy, that he could tell the fear and anxiety was finally drifting away. Myles still had trouble being around too many people at once, but werewolves were, in the end, social creatures, and in time, he would heal.
    It was Shannon who once more nudged their relationship forward. That day, they walked out for a stroll, only to see Gavin and Saul playing with their son in the grass. The Alpha's mate briefly waved at them before turning his attention toward Shannon once again.
    Braendan chuckled, although he couldn't help a pang of fierce longing. Once they were out of earshot and it was safe to have a private conversation despite the open space, he said, "You know, Gavin has that boy pegged right. He really is a little tyrant."
    "Well, I can't exactly resent him for that." Myles beamed, and his smile was a wide beautiful thing that brightened his face and almost made Braendan's heart stop. "That day, when I came back to see you... I felt something tugging at me, encouraging me. I think it must have been him."
    "I wouldn't be surprised," Braendan mused.
    He must have sounded more thoughtful than he'd have liked, because Myles's expression sobered. "Braendan? What is it?"
    Braendan hated the idea of lying to his mate, but he also didn't want to come right out and say 'I want a baby'. They'd only kissed once, for crying out loud—and that was during their first meeting, when Braendan had been unable to control his desire to comfort his distraught mate. Besides, he wasn't sure if his mate was aware of the possibility of the two of them conceiving. He might be aware that their gender wouldn't be a problem if they wanted to have a child, but Myles had probably been raised with entirely different beliefs.
    "It's... It's nothing. Not important right now."
    Myles scowled, and it was far more adorable than it should have been. "It definitely is." He poked at Braendan's forehead, straight between his eyes. "You have that wrinkle there, when you're thinking hard and seriously about something. Tell me."
    It was at times like these when Braendan was most befuddled about the idea that anyone could have deemed Myles weak. The spark in his eyes would have quite likely terrified men braver that Braendan.
    "I was just... Looking at Shannon, at the Lone Wolf Pack... I simply thought that I wanted to be a father." Myles's eyes widened, and Braendan quickly proceeded to add, "Not now, of course. Soon. When you want. If you want. When you're ready. My magic will make it possible, because we're mates, and well... Once we both want to—"
    The way he was stammering was too embarrassing for a Sidhe his age, and he was almost relieved when Myles interrupted him. Of course, he'd have been more alleviated if his mate hadn't said one single word—turned into a question that could have meant anything