REINER
"We're back, ladies," I announced as Jim and I walked into the house. He was extremely upset, and all the way from kindergarten to home, he had not moved from my arms.
Naturally, Becky noticed - after all, Jim was such a bundle of energy that he almost never wanted to be carried.
"What happened?" she asked worriedly, approaching us and brushing James' back. "Puppy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he grumbled, keeping his little face sunk into my shoulder. He didn't want to be seen crying.
"He had a fight with a classmate," I quickly explained. "The kid cut a girl's braid and then tried to blame Jim."
James made a sound that was very, very much like a growl.
Okay, kid, it's not time yet to shift and maul your enemies.
"Go get your jacket off, baby," Becks sighed, leaning in to kiss
