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Waiting patiently he stood, beating his fingertips steadily on the door frame he was blocking. Ever since he had met Ghita he had been spontaneous in small bursts. Naturally being more of a conservative sort of man he wasn’t one to yell from the roof tops and declare his love to the world but he tried his best in his own special ways to prove that what they had was real. It had been hard for Savina, he knew that. It would have been hard for any sister to find out that their trusted friend had gone and knocked up her sister even though they could barley understand each other at the start. Still, he was glad that life had given him this twist of fate. Without that one drunken night they wouldn’t have the beautiful family of five pups they had now.
Movement in the corner of his eye drew his attention to his mate who was approaching him with a look he knew all too well. It was that look that had graced her beautiful face since the day she found out she was pregnant with Aro and Sophia. It was the look of motherly worry. Ghita wasn’t very good at being a damsel in distress for of female. Never had she been into girly short frilly dresses or putting bows in her hair. She was a down to earth, thoughtful woman and Jazper loved her for that but one thing she did an excellent job at was worrying about her children.
Giving her a comforting smile he reached his arms around her tiny waist in a supportive hug. She felt so small and venerable in his arms and with their substantial size difference it certainly looked that way too. “She has her mother’s wandering spirit.” He teased lovingly. His mate had spent a good portion of her early life constantly travelling with other free spirited wolves. While he had always stayed put in a pack. Moving back a step he positioned himself to the side of the door, a large hand still holding onto her waist. “Perhaps there is something in our room with might cheer you up?” Although he shared some concern for his daughters mindless wandering he knew that she was a tough girl and could handle her own in a fight, after all he had been the one to teach her to throw a punch, but right now his dinner plans were more important than fussing about something they couldn’t change.
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