Joseph's POV
Two pups. The words echo in my mind as the pack erupts in celebration around us, but all I can focus on is Dorothy's radiant face and that satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Twins?" The question comes out rougher than intended.
"That's right," she murmurs, her fingers weaving through my hair in a way that sends electricity racing down my spine.
My heart pounds against my ribs. "What are we having? Two boys? Two girls?"
"One of each." Her grin widens as she looks up at me. "But don't think this gets you off the hook for future babies. You made me a promise about giving me as many children as I want."
"My word is my bond," I rumble, the sound vibrating deep in my chest. It's a sound of pure satisfaction as I capture her lips, channeling every ounce of love I feel for this extraordinary woman into the kiss.
