Long Awaited Mate Is A Baby novel Chapter 34

I groggily reach for it and answer, having to clear my throat before I'm able to speak.

"Hello?" I rasp into the phone.

"Kaden?" Its Peter, and he sounds worried. "Is my daughter with you?"

"Um, yes," My brow furrows. "She left you a note before we left last night. Did you not get it?"

Its silent for a few beats on Peters end. "No, I didn't. There isn't any note from her," Another pause. "Are you sure She left one?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure,"

Peter groans loudly through the phone connection.

"Has Lucy came back yet?" I ask, changing the subject to what I hope is a lighter one.

But I can tell immediately that my plan doesn't work, and when Peter speaks, his voice is hard and glazed over with some unknown emotion.

"No," he hisses. "I haven't heard from her since she left,"

This confuses me. Why would Lucy, Peter's mate, be keeping things from him? It must be really important if she hasn't told him... But if it's that important, why don't I know about it? I'm the Alpha, Lucy's Alpha, I should known if something is happening.

"And you still don't have any idea where she could be?" I ask, my voice slightly worried. I don't understand this... Not at all.

"Not a clue," he states coldly. "But I guess if she wanted me to know, I'd know. Whatever it is probably doesn't concern me anyway,"

How does he sound so calm? "This doesn't bother you at all? She's keeping something from you, Peter. And you're okay with that?"

"Kaden," Peter snarls. "I can take care of myself and handle this own my own. You take care of your mate, and I'll take care of mine,"

Okay... I guess older werewolves can still get possessive. Interesting.

"Are you sure, Peter?" I know I could help him figure this out, I'm sure of it. I like Lucy as much as anyone, but something about her latest activities just doesn't set right with me. "I can send Jack or John out to look for her and-"

She laughs, getting out of my lap and placing her feet on the floor. "I noticed,"

I watch as he walks to the couch, and notice that the pants she's wearing ride up to mid-calf. They look too tight, as does her shirt, and I know immediately that they're too small.

"Hey, baby?" I call, getting her to turn to me.

"Yeah?"

"How would you feel about going shopping for some better fitting clothes?"

I regret my decision to take Allie shopping myself as soon as we step into the first store.

"Kaden!" she screams, pointing to a large and flashy sign. "They're having a sale!" She squeals loudly and runs off, her frame partially hidden by a rack of clothes; all I can see are her feet.

She shuffles through the clothes for over fifteen minutes before she walks around the rack and stands in front of me, her arms full of shirts. Literally, she's carrying so much I can barley see her eyes.