REBECCA
"And ... there you go," I smiled, bringing waffles to the table amidst the children's exultations: it was Saturday, and waffles for breakfast on Saturdays were our tradition.
I didn't even have time to sit down that the kids had already grabbed most of them, leaving two (of the ten I had made) for me: not that I expected anything else, from two growing pups with Alpha genes. Our species was quite voracious on its own, but when Alphas were involved, you needed to guard your food.
"Jim, easy on the milk," I recommended, noticing that he was trying to pour his own milk: both kids were quite autonomous at the table, but sometimes had some difficulty with the jugs. He nodded and pursed his lips to focus, carefully pouring the milk into his glass - and succeeding.
"Mommy what do we
