Clayton Blackridge
Trent is still laughing when we reach his and Fran’s cabin, I can’t help but shake my head at him with a smirk on my face. Fran is in the kitchen part of the cabin when we arrive and the smell of home baking makes my stomach grumble, making Fran chuckle as she comes out of the kitchen.
“Wow, Fran, you get bigger every day. Are you sure there is only one pup in there?” I ask as she rubs her swollen tummy, a slight blush coats her cheeks.
“No, just one, but I think he will be tall like his daddy” She says as she looks at her mate lovingly. Trent just looks like a big soppy puppy dog looking at his mate, and this is what I want. I want Enyo, why didn’t I go after her; f**k, I should have gone after her is all I keep thinking but the words of Ivy keep playing over and ov
