at a time to bunk them with their siblings before saying to his helpers, “Thanks guys. Y'all can go and Callum call Patrick, tell him the news so he'll stop by the superstore on his way home.”
“Sure dad.” Callum quickly glanced at his uncles then hurriedly asked, “Can Justin, Calder and I name the new babies?”
Dylan's brothers voiced their displeasure, “Hey squirt, we want to name 'em?”
“I called dibs first. If you snooze you loose, that's the California rule.”
“Boys that's enough. Callum you and your brothers get first names. Chris, Frank and Jesse y'all get middle names. Now go. I still need to talk with Carolina.” There was a bit of good-natured grumbling from the older three as they playfully chased Callum from the nursery.
As soon as they were alone, with wide-eyes, Carolina asked him again, “Dylan, where did those babes come from?”
“From you. They're your womb and heart babes. I was out by the lavender field and a couple of our wolf friends led me to them. They were crying