Alpha Zac
“...and then in front of all the Alphas at the treaty meeting, here comes Zac, running in, pumping his fists in the air, shirt, shoes but with a bare butt, screaming on about how he used the big boy potty…”
“MOTHER” Zac curtly interrupts her.
I’m laughing so hard at the mental image of little bare-butt toddler Zac, tears start to slip from my eyes.
“Ha, and then all the Alphas, started clapping for him, he strutted around like he was big stuff the rest of the week!” James fished the story with a chuckle.
A tinge of red stains Zac’s ears and spreads across his cheeks. “Are you BLUSHING!” I yell out between cackles.
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