"You know," Chris said, "she's right. We do need more padding..."
And the men were off on that subject.
Cassandra laughed. Poor Erik, but at least he knew he was loved.
She opened the sliding glass door and returned to the house.
Two seconds later, Wulf was there, scooping her up in his arms. "Are you completely mental yet?"
"No, but I think you are."
He laughed at that. "An ounce of prevention-"
"Is worth ten years of therapy, easy."
Wulf growled low in his throat as he carried her through the house. "Do you really want him to have a swing set?"
"Yes. I want Erik to have the one thing I never had."
"And that is?"
"A normal childhood."
"Okay," he said with a sigh. "I'll let him have one, if it's that important to you."
"It is. And don't worry. If he's anything like his father, and he is, it'll take a lot more than that to concuss his thick skull."
Wulf feigned indignation. "Oh, now you insult me?"
Cassandra wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his shoulder. "No, my sweetie. I'm not insulting you. I'm admiring you."
He smiled. "Good, safe comeback. But if you're serious about admiring me, I can think of a better way to do that."
"Oh, yeah and how's that?"
"Naked and in my bed."