Elias POV
I don’t know who wrote the instructions on how to build cribs, but they obviously never put one together. The screws are too small for a werewolf’s hands. Rider and I both have been struggling since noon to get these set up and it is now 6:00 pm and they are only halfway built.
“Okay tell me why we are not having the Omegas do this again?” Rider asks.
It makes me laugh because only Rider would ask that. He has always indulged in being waited on by the Omegas. If they would brush his teeth for him, he would say ahhhh and open his mouth proudly. “Because if we cannot put cribs together then how are we going to be fathers?”
“We have mates to take care of our pups.” He says.
His cluelessness makes me chuckle. I need to rethink going to him for relationship advice in the futur
