"So, how will you repay Elliot's kindness?" Jared asked, his curiosity carrying the kind of directness only a child's instincts could justify.
I hesitated, caught off guard by how naturally he framed the question. "I… need some time to think about it," I replied, my voice quieter than intended as my mind searched for something appropriate within pack etiquette and obligation.
Before I could regain control of the moment, Jared suddenly added, completely unfiltered, "Why don't you become Elliot's mate, Mommy? Then you can stay by his side and take care of him."
Heat rushed to my face instantly as my instincts flared in embarrassment. I moved quickly, reaching out to cover his mouth before he could say anything further, but the situation had already drawn attention. Francis let out a low chuckle, clearly amused, and played along with the child's words. "Jared isn't entirely wrong," he remarked lightly.
