The following morning is a rat race, as we try to get the kids dressed and ready for the day. Pulling a shirt over Valarian's head, he instantly whines as I accidently crinkled the collar.
"Valarian, I haven't got time, not today," I tell him. Of all the days he wanted to have a meltdown, it had to be the day of the Alpha meeting. It would be held at 3 PM, and I am already a nervous wreck. Valarian chucks a full-on meltdown, tugging at his shirt and crying. Valen comes over from making his and Casey's cereal. The shirt looks acceptable to me before gripping the hem and lifting it off him.
"Calm down, the hotel is fine, Everly. You're stressing for no reason," Valen says while wandering off to get him a new shirt. Valen returns with a button-up one and carefully does the buttons, making s
