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Leo melted into her, his limbs loosening, hiccups fading into soft coos. She smiled without realizing it. “Hey, little man,” she whispered. “You’re supposed to be napping.” She kissed his head. He responded by kicking his feet, tears forgotten, fingers curling into her shirt. That was when she felt it. The weight of another presence. Toby. He sat in the corner, his small body folded inward, arms wrapped tight around a teddy bear. His shoulders sadly hunched for a four year old, chin pressed down. He hadn’t moved around much since she arrived.

His compliment stirred something within Jane, a longing for him to see her as more than just a friend. Walking back home from school one day, they encountered Toby, Mrs. Ellis' aged golden retriever. Known for his friendly nature and love for children, Toby was a beloved figure around town. Inspired by the friendly creature's warm demeanor, Mike suggested Jane paint a portrait of Toby. Intrigued, Jane spent the following days sketching and painting Toby's expressive eyes and golden fur.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

“You have never told me the nature of your work, Toby. I could help you promote it here and get an international client, or even ask people to follow your social media handles.” “I already told you that we deal with transportation and distribution.” Toby recited the lie he had cooked up a long time ago. “You mean like a cargo company?” “Yeah, I guess.” Toby was almost snorting. If distributing weapons and arms was a cargo company, then it was one. But Ariel was smart, and if he didn’t find a way to distract her, she was going to continue drilling him. “You were going to tell me something.”

He giggled and pushed my face away, but held onto my cheeks. “Happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Happy” I nodded and pouted my lips. He rubbed his little fingers over my cheeks and stared at me. Toby sees himself as my little protector. He is always so worried about my happiness. He growls at anyone who raises their voice with me. He pushes people to get them out of my way. Recently, he has taken to hitting anyone who touches me, besides our family members, of course. His protective instincts are rivalled only by that of his namesake. Tobias would be proud of the little force of nature that Toby is becoming.

He giggled and pushed my face away but held onto my cheeks. “Happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Happy” I nodded and pouted my lips. He rubbed his little fingers over my cheeks and stared at me. Toby sees himself as my little protector. He is always so worried about my happiness. He growls at anyone who raises their voice with me. He pushes people to get them out of my way. Recently he has taken to hitting anyone that touches me, besides our family members of course. His protective instincts are rivalled only by that of his namesake. Tobias would be proud of the little force of nature that Toby is becoming.

It didn’t fight the cliffside; it grew out of it, a transparent lung breathing in the salt air. I ran my hand along the railing—smooth, cool steel. There were no hidden compartments here. No biometric scanners disguised as brass plates. Everything was visible. Everything was open. “You’re doing that thing again,” a voice said from the doorway. I turned and smiled. Toby was leaning against the frame, a mug of coffee in each hand. He was broader now, his skin bronzed by years of working as a lead instructor at the coastal conservancy he’d helped found. The frantic, jagged energy of the boy who had climbed a mountain with a hunting knife had settled into a deep, quiet strength.

He let go of Naya. Then Naya started to tell me the whole funny story where she kicked Toby's ass. I guess this is not as bad as i thought. More people come and go to talk to me and Toby. I’m still very impressed how Toby can talk to anyone about pretty much anything. He has a very charming and likeable personality. Can’t believe he hasn’t found his mate yet. Toby is talking to a guy about the pack business that i don't really understand. "Toby, i'm going to the toilet for a while." I informed him with a low voice.

That wouldn't have helped my nerves. “Hi, Toby,” I stuttered. I did my best to smile, but what I really wanted to do was rip his head off. Here he was, smiling and acting all friendly, when in reality he was blackmailing his employer. “How are you?” Toby reached for a mug. He was already sweating and I doubted hot coffee would help him. “I'm doing fine. I'd rather be out on a beach than here, but...” He shrugged. “That's the job, right? Got to do what the boss man says.”