Rosie reached out to me when I opened my arms. I have her sat in my lap while Claus and Clyde sat in their father's lap. Cloudy settled beside me and hugged my side. I smiled and gently tapped his back before I looked at Rosie.
"What did you say to Papa in case you meet your mate?" I asked, arching my eyebrow.
Rosie tilted her head. I couldn't help but adore her face which was the girl version of Claude. But she has my blue eyes. "Papa and my older brothers can interrogate my mate, Mommy."
My jaw dropped as I looked at her in disbelief. "What?" I parroted, couldn't believe what I just heard.
"Ha! See?" Claude looked so proud as he cuddled our two sons. "Boys, you heard that? If Rosie's mate becomes an asshole, what must we do?"
"Beat him to a pulp!" the three exclaimed.
"Cloudy! Claus! Clyde!" I was horrified at their answers.