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"You know... kids... from elsewhere? I don't know," he said with a laugh and a shrug. The closer the two of them came to being parents, the more possessive Peregrine found himself of that very privilege. He would have handed it out pretty easily back at the plateau but here, it just seemed like a right that belonged to them alone. They had put in the footwork to find the perfect place to raise their offspring, not anyone else's. Plus, it was inevitable: just as he had rubbed off his skunked smell on his mate, so had she rubbed off on him in some ways.

They made their way to the lake, moving leisurely side by side, and Peregrine returned Fox's dreamy look with a dorky smile. His mind wandered, the specifics varying but the theme consistent: their kids. Eventually, he recalled their recent conversation with Finley about being a godmother, which made his lips twitch as he recollected the way they'd behaved with each other. He was glad his mate had such a close female friend.

Pausing to take a drink, he lifted his head, licked his chops and asked lightheartedly, "So, I was wondering... I know that we'll kind of be tied up with each other and the kids for a little while and this is purely a hypothetical question anyway just for fun but... do you think you'd ever look at another lady? Like... you know... Finley? I mean, for real." They hadn't talked about the openness (or lack thereof) in their relationship in a while and he was suddenly curious. And like many typical guys, the idea of his woman getting with another woman was something he wouldn't mind, regardless of his own polyamorous notions.