Holding a tired and very messy Griffin in his arms, Tate sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch with a groan. Glancing at his watch as laid Griffin down on the floor to change his clothes, he bit back a sigh. It was only half past six.
As much as he wanted to spend time with Kelly and their son, he was exhausted. He hadn’t gotten to bed until well past midnight almost all week and then had gotten back up at the crack of dawn to train. Peering at the pile of still unwrapped presents next to him, he groaned. It didn’t look like he’d be getting to bed anytime soon, especially if he still went outside to run the perimeter in his wolf form like he had told Kelly he would.
Turning his attention to his mate, he caught her watching him, a puzzled but determined expression on her fac
