Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 143

Valen POV

We were finally going home, and I was beside myself with panic and I think that this was the slowest I had ever driven in my life. Cars were honking their horns behind me, and I glared at the driver in my mirror. Does he not see the baby on board sticker? 

“Valen 50kms is already too slow for this strip. You’re doing 20 under,” Everly hisses at me as cars overtake me. 

“We have fragile cargo in the car. What if their little heads wobble?” Just saying that has me reduce my speed more. It wasn’t worth the risk! 

“We are more likely to get hit with you going this slow,” Everly scolds, and I sigh. 

“I’m serious, Valen. Speed up or let me drive. They’re more durable than you think,” 

“They are newborns!” I catch Everly rolling her eyes.

“I get this is your first newborn, and you want to wrap them in cotton wool, but seriously, they are durable, geez. Valarian fell off the bed once, screamed his damn head off, but he is perfectly fine,” 

“You dropped him off the bed?” I ask, horrified. 

“No! Of course not! He rolled off. Damn near had a heart attack.” She laughs. 

“Why are you laughing?” I asked, outraged. She was not holding them if she was going to be dropping them. 

“Nothing. Just something your mother said when she raced to our room because I was screaming like a banshee thinking I killed him.”

“What did she say?” I asked, curious. 

“I told her what happened, and her reply was. He’s screaming. He’s fine. It’s when they don’t make noise that you worry.” I raise an eyebrow at her. 

“How old was he?” 

“6 months old.Don’t even get me started on how many times I smacked the kids head on the door frame lifting him into his car seat. He turned out perfectly fine.” she states while all I could think was how the heck my son was still alive? He should have brain damage with all these bumps to the head. 

“Perfectly fine? The kid has OCD.See what dropping him did?” Everly sighs and shakes her head. 

“I wonder where he gets that from. I bet the entire house is baby proofed,” she taunts.

“OCD is not genetic,” I tell her.

 “I would debate otherwise,” she retorts. 

“And I don’t have OCD,” I argue. 

“So you didn’t babyproof the entire place?” she scoffs, I swallow. 

“Of course not!” I tell her, opening the mind-link. She shakes her head and peers out the window.

“What’s up?” Marcus asks. He was watching Valarian for me since I couldn’t fit everyone in the car. “All the baby proofing stuff, hide it. Undo it. I need to prove to Everly I don’t have OCD.She thinks I am OCD,” I scoff. 

“Ah, but you do have OCD,” Marcus replies and I bite back the urge to growl at him.