A small stone

Renato hadn't slept a minute, but he made breakfast for Samantha and the twins. He had been warned they would wake up late, and his mate could be lazy as well, so he had taken his time.

He had even run in the forest to release some stress before returning home to cook. It felt like he was just their maid, but he didn't mind.

The deal was to keep the pups for three days and two nights. One night was over. Another one to go, and he would have Samantha back.

He could survive it! His thoughts went astray while he fried bacon and eggs, but he didn't need to hide his expression. The pups should better know how he felt about them.

Acting cute and telling stories was okay, but monopolising Samantha was out of the question. He would have taught his pup to be proper and not cling to their mother too much, definitely.

Two days were already hell; he couldn't imagine a whole life competing for her attention.