Bec’s P.O.V.
Peggy had decided to watch over Nikki, while Archer and I would go and check out the remains of the house, or at least what was left of it. Once Archer had been able to breathe again, after Nikki had bombarded him with the ‘daddy stamp’, we had finally gotten ourselves ready and placed Nikki inside her stroller. All the while, Archer didn't seem able to get rid of the smirk on his face. It turned out, Peggy had been training Nikki pretty well by calling Archer and me 'mommy and daddy', and I honestly believed Archer had grown by a couple of inches, as he walked around proudly through our bedroom, holding 'his girl' on his arm until we were both ready.
Archer’s parents would take a walk around the pack lands with Nikki, while Archer and I could take our time to work on some t
