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He never would have guessed the words that came from his daughter's mouth. His immediate reaction was strong. Of course he would forbid her from running off with these strange new friends. She was only five months old. Although he knew some parents let their children go at such a young age—kids like Bones, Kraken and Grimlock came to mind—he wasn't one of them. He didn't necessarily expect lifelong loyalty from them but he wanted his offspring to stay with him until they were nine months old at least but preferably until their first birthday.

He growled softly when she threatened him. Her remark about Fox and puppies caught him off guard, though Peregrine realized suddenly that this must be the crux of the matter. Junior must have connected the dots and he realized he would be planning a litter with his new mate next year. Although he found it strange that she would accept Fox herself but go into a jealous rage when confronted with the idea of younger brothers and sisters, he dismissed it as childish jealousy and logic.

"Junior, just because Fox and I plan to have children doesn't mean I love you any less." He almost added something about it not affecting his time with her, yet he stayed his tongue. Of course, that wasn't true. "You'll be a big girl by the time they come. They'll add to our lives, our family, not take away from it." He paused, exhaling. "Is that why you yelled at Fox? Because you thought she and I were going to replace you?"