Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha
Once he does it, Laurie takes off running a little too fast.
"Don't you think he’s running way too fast?" I ask with a frown. Laurie is just about to turn four, he shouldn't have that much coordination on his legs. Daniel thinks to himself for a second and then makes an agreement sound with his throat.
"Actually, yes. He's only a few months older than the twins, but he's a lot taller and apparently stronger," he mutters, still lost in thought. Laurie returns with the ball at that moment and tosses it toward Daniel once more, rather forcefully, "Fuck, Olivia. This kid is going to make us rich, did you see that throw?"