Squeals and laughter had Koda smiling as he rounded a gigantic rose bush. In front of him, Wes was on his hands and knees blowing raspberries on Dawn’s and Farrah’s exposed bellies. They had on pink ruffled bloomers and pink puffed sleeved crop tops with pink wide-brimmed hats. They were sitting in reclined baby seats under an umbrella that provided shade for them, their mothers and Wes.
“Hello, everyone.” He said, as he squatted down, and tickled the feet of his precious daughters.
“Wes, can you tell them apart?” Koda asked.
“Of Couwse. Dawn smells like peaches, and Fawah smells like apples. Theys my favwit smells.”
Koda smiled and Mystic and Lillyn. Now that they knew Wes was the girl’s mate, they believed everything he said about them.
“Shouldn’t you be with the King? Ar
