Xayden’s POV
“Xayden ! Where are you taking me ?” Nox whined, blindfolded.
“You are going out of this pack house for your paternity leave. The Goddess forbid that you miss reading a report or even work for an hour less if you stay a minute more here,” I fussed.
“That is not entirely true,” he pouted.
“It is, Firebug,” I playfully nipped his nose and he cutely huffed.
Over the past few days, I had come up with a collection of cute nicknames for my feisty babe. He was my Stormy to Snappy Bear to Spicy Boo to Rumblepuff to Rebel Muffin to Bossy Boots to Grumpcake.
The little hotheaded bean was my muse for these nicknames and he had lived up to their meanings, responding accurately to them by throwing whatever came in his hand at me.
“Where are we going ?” He asked again, snuggling into
