Wren POV
Destin and Charlie took turns ravaging my body all day and into the night. By the time they were finished, I was deliciously sore and sated.
My eyes are heavy, and I slip into a peaceful sleep with my mates by my side. But no sooner than I fell asleep did he sound of children laughing wake me. I look around the room in confusion. Why would children be here?
Destin and Charlie are missing, and I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed, I wrap a robe around my body and I go in search of my mates.
The laughter gets louder as I make my way down the stairs. I follow the sound into the kitchen and stop in my tracks. Destin is flipping pancakes while three children sit at the table. They couldn't be more than five years old.
