Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Valen POV

“You need to take the batteries out. Why doesn’t she stop crying?” I whined, hearing baby C scream for the hundredth time since we got her home? That one was faulty, or she needed to be placed back on demo mode, I thought as I rolled over with my sandpaper eyes to retrieve her from her bassinet.1 “Babies cry,” is all Everly offers as she shuffles up the bed and yawns. I peer at the clock.She wasn’t even asleep for forty-five minutes this time. It was 2:20 am! “You need to get that one checked. Something is wrong with her,” I tell Everly as I hand her over. Everly flops out a boob while the baby opens her mouth like a fish enjoying my funbags, and Everly won’t let me touch them either.

I eye the baby with jealousy. 3 My balls were so blue, and I knew I was never getting laid again at this rate, and here Everly was flopping those big juicy titties out in front of me every two seconds.Does she not know how full my balls are? They need emptying. Everly eyes go to me for a second, I wonder if she knows what I am thinking. I lay back down and just shut my eyes when another started screaming. Oh, how I took sleep for granted! It had been our first night at home, and I was already exhausted.

No way I could survive this for? Wait, how many years do babies cry for? I groan, and Everly snickers, and I swear if she says one more time, you’ll get the hang of it, I will… I will… I will do absolutely nothing because I can’t! “Go to sleep, please! I need sleep,” I whine, pulling the pillow over my head.

Everly nudges me with her knee, and I sigh, rolling back out of bed to retrieve baby A this time. I hand her over, and Everly tries to get her to latch. I watch my funbags deflate as the baby gulps down the goodness. “You may need to make a bottle. My supply isn’t very good,” Everly tells me and I nod while walking toward the door.

“Can you make me a cup of tea too, please?” I yawn, going to the kitchen. I squint at the formula can, checking the scoops and mls before fixing a bottle just as I am about to walk out of the kitchen. Baby B wakes with a loud scream, then I remember I still hadn’t made the tea. Torn, I look between the kettle DWUDK=IN the hallway when Everly calls out.

“She is fine. It won’t hurt her to cry for a minute or so,” she sings out. I was halfway through making the tea when the crying stopped. A sigh of relief leaves me. This is my life now, it will be filled with diapers and bottle changes, and the smell of dirty diapers in the air was getting on my nerves.

It was torture, blissful torture, but still, torture. Walking back into the room, Baby B had fallen back asleep in the bassinet, Baby A and C had fallen asleep in her arms, and Everly had her head back resting on the headboard, also asleep.

“Looks like I made myself tea,” I whisper, walking into the room. I place the mug down, propping more pillows under her arms, so they don’t slip out. Everly had become a baby pacifier, and I wasn’t waking them.

Laying down, I closed my eyes, but paranoia had me opening them every two seconds and flicking the lamp on, paranoid one would slip out of her arms. Giving up, I drink the tea, watching them sleep and sticking my finger under Baby B’s nose every two seconds to check she is still breathing.

Again I tried to sleep, yet that nagging voice in my head had me flicking the lamp on, and I decided to try detach them from her. I unlatch one, only for Everly’s eyes to fly open. “Did you make my tea?” she asks, glancing around before spotting the empty mug.

* * * * * * *

Midday. Marcus was on his way to come to get me. I finally figured out the last name to go with the middle name I chose.

I just hoped Everly liked the names I picked. Each one had a link to someone special to us, or more importantly, each name was inspired by the strongest women I have ever met or wished I could meet.

off the couch, passing Baby C to her

Everything seemed to come so naturally to Everly, and despite the chaos, our lives have been of late. She held it together well.

next week, and she

were still ongoing, and I spent half the morning on the phone or checking emails. Until Nixon was caught, I didn’t want to be away unless necessary, so John came over early this morning to

and I discussed briefly this morning the need for a bigger place, so dad was getting the packhouse

remain with us to help with the kids, and I wasn’t saying no

this was going to be exhausting. Walking to the elevator, I press the button leaning against the

He wasn’t happy about not being able to kill the other one responsible for hurting Zoe, yet he understood it was

revenge, but it showed what sort of person she

didn’t want to hurt another or kill Amber, though death I believed was too kind even for that girl.! “You look like shit,” Marcus comments as I open the car door and slide into the passenger seat.

I didn’t trust myself

car and driving toward Dion’s jeweler’s. “Derrick had Clarke removed from the city, and the other scumbag. Deacon is also under investigation for corruption within

decided to leave it as neutral territory,” I told him. “More housing for the rogues then,” Marcus says while navigating around a roundabout. “How is Zoe?” I

feels bad for Macey having to kill Carter. Even though Macey told her it wasn’t just because of her, I think Zoe

mate, that would be torture. “Think it is just knowing Macey did it for her. Anyway, hopefully, today will take her mind off it. I have to pick them up after I drop you back,” Marcus tells me. We pull up along the road and climb out. I was excited to see the bracelets

waiting on that last

his feet and pushing his glasses up his nose. “Summer,” I tell him, and he nods, walking out the back to do the last engraving. “Summer?” Marcus asks. “Everly’s

go by before I found her. It seemed fitting to go with the other,” I tell him, and Marcus smiles. “I can’t wait

inspiring, and each held a special meaning to

takes about twenty minutes before he returns, using the polishing cloth on the last one, he sets them in a little box and bags them for me

show Everly, but

roundabouts along this straight? Someone needs to complain to the council,”

this road to stop the hooning. You are the damn council. Complain to yourself.” Marcus laughs, and