Gregory's Pov
As Tobias and I entered the pack house, a group of young children came running toward us, their laughter echoing through the halls.
One little boy, with striking sea-blue eyes that looked like Emma's eyes, darted ahead of the others and latched onto my leg, his small arms clinging tightly.
I couldn’t help but bend down to pick him up, his infectious giggles filling the air as he played with my hair.
Tobias scoffed from the side, shaking his head. “Why is it that everyone always loves you? I’m literally right here, and it’s like I don’t exist.”
I smirked, glancing over at him. “Maybe if you used your brain every once in a while, they’d like you too.”
Feigning offense, Tobias clutched his chest in exaggerated disbelief. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re saying I’ve got no bra
