Tired of surveying the pack and listening to its happy rumbles, Zack turned to Jethro and demanded, “What's taking her so long?"
The Old One looked up from whittling the wolf head on his new apple wood cane, amusement glinting in his sky blue eyes. “Don't you know women take whatever time they need? You'd better learn to be patient."
"I can't stand this,” he growled and clenched his hand with the large signet ring. “Why can't Rebekkah make her move faster?"
The door flew open, framing the elderly woman. Strands of hair fell out in wild angles from her normally impeccable bun. She grabbed Zack's wrist and said, “Get in here. Now!"
Seized with a type of terror he had never experienced before, even when he faced the jinni, Zack turned to his elder. “Come with me?"
Jethro shook his head. “Sorry. You're on your own, son."
Rebekkah dragged him into the bedroom.
"Charlene?"
His radiant wife sat up in bed, holding not one, but two babies in her arms. She gave Zack a wobbly smile. “Would you like to meet your boys?"
"Are they—?"
Rebekkah's no nonsense voice cut through his fog of fear. “These are the pinkest, healthiest babies I've ever delivered."
He touched each child's cheek with a trembling finger. “They're so—perfect.” Zack leaned down and kissed Charlene's forehead. “Thank you. I love you."
Tears slid down her flushed cheeks. “I love you, too. Let's share the good news."
Rebekkah nestled the infants in Zack's arms and placed a metal bracelet around each one's wrist.
Love and pride rose in Zack's chest as he watched his wife dress. He knew she had to be exhausted after the ordeal of birthing twins, yet she put the pack's needs ahead of her own. He cuddled the sleeping boys and sniffed their heads. “They have both our scents."
Charlene held out her arms to take a child. “Let's show our family our beautiful babies."
Rebekkah preceded them, opened the screen door, and stood aside. When Zack and Charlene stepped out onto the porch, Jethro stood. Silence fell and all eyes gazed upon the blanket-swathed bundles.
Zack removed the swaddling cloth and lifted the naked baby up over his head: “Behold, I give you Z'ev Jacob.” He passed the wriggling infant to Rebekkah, took the second naked squirming one from Charlene, and raised him on high. “And, I give you Joshua Zebadiah."
The now wide-awake, blue-eyed babies cried in unison, and their voices merged into an infant-sized howl. Laughter rippled through the crowd, and the pack joined the newest members in a paean of joy for the rebirth of happiness and hope in Eden.
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About the author...
After working in health care delivery for years, Sharon Buchbinder became a researcher, then an academic. She had it all—a terrific, supportive husband, an amazing son, and a wonderful job.
But that itch to write (some call it obsession), kept beckoning her to “come on back” to writing fiction. Thanks to the kindness of family member, friends, critique partners, Maryland Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America, she is now happily published in short romantic stories and working on a paranormal romance novel series.
When not writing, she can be found attempting to make students and colleagues laugh, herding cats and dogs, golfing, deep sea fishing, or traveling.
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Table of Contents
Praise for Sharon Buchbinder
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
About the author...
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