Caleb's POV:
Milo played with his cars as I worked some more. Then he was hungry. I fed him some toasts and milk, before he said he was full.
We sat down next to the fireplace, and Milo curled into my side, half on the rug and half on my thigh, clutching his little wolf plush as I read the same sentence for the third time.
“…and then the brave wolf pup—”
It was storytime, and my mind was every f*****g where.
"No... not everywhere. Only on... the upstairs," Black said with a howl. The bastard was enjoying this entirely too much.
“Dad, you skipped the howl,” Milo said without looking up.
I sighed. “Fine. A proper howl then.” I threw my head back and let out the softest, most pathetic howl imaginable.
Milo giggled so hard he snorted. “Dad! That’s a baby howl.”
“Alright, alright, one
