#Chapter 306 – Old Friends

Ella Two hours later, Sinclair and I welcome our friends back to our house for a casual breakfast and coffee – or mimosas, according to preference – to celebrate Rafe’s moonlight baptism. I can tell our guests are dragging – they’ve been up all night, after all – but spirits are high. “Wow,” I say, leaning back against Sinclair’s chest with a croissant in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. Rafe, thankfully, is asleep in his little recline stroller. Usually I’d put him to bed in his crib, but I want people to be able to say goodbye if they have to leave. “I can’t believe everyone I still up,” I say, peering around at our friends and family. “I mean, I know we’re on baby time so normal hours mean nothing anymore, but everyone else…” “It’s a special occasion,” Sinclair murmurs, lowering his face to my hair and taking a long sniff of my scent. “We’re used to it. In wolf culture – shifter children are rarer than we’d like, so we take the time to celebrate them when they’re