"Ba, baba, ba!" Canon babbled happily as he tugged on my shirt. I was bouncing him lightly on my hip while pacing in the living room, waiting for Emma to come take over.
Levi had left earlier to finish overseeing the rogue lockdown. Something about final confirmations, reinforcement shifts, and supply route freezes. Basically, very important alpha business. Meanwhile, I was called in to help Elder Tom sort out paperwork for the border transition—but the one person I was relying on to take Canon?
Texted me last second.
"Sorry sweetie, I'm down with the flu. Can't move."
I stared at the message like it was a personal betrayal.
During the off-season?
Yeah, right.
"She's lying, Canon," I muttered aloud. "This is a conspiracy. Levi definitely paid her off."
"Ba!" Canon screeched with a grin as if he agreed. His little hand slapped against my cheek like a seal clapping for drama.
