Arabella flicked a hand toward Faye and her mate, Grant. "They can watch him."
Faye blinked. "What?"
Shrugging a shoulder, Arabella said, "You're about to become parents yourself before too long, and it'll be good practice. Besides, Grant's mum can help, too. She loves children. All in all, it's perfect."
Grant, the silent one with everyone but his mate, finally spoke up. "We can do it, Faye. It'll be good preparation and it'll help your brother."
"You mean it'll be good practice for me as I'm sure I'll be the one watching him," Faye muttered.
Grant took Faye's chin between his fingers. "No, we will do it together. We share our Protector duties and we'll share bairn duties. Mum can watch him when need be."
Faye shifted in her seat and mumbled, "I suppose so."
Arabella focused back on Gina and Fergus. "Right, then go home and pack everything up for Mac-squared. Faye and Grant will follow you shortly so they can take everything to their cottage."
Mac-squared was the nickname for wee Jamie MacDonald-MacKenzie, Gina's son that had been adopted by Fergus at birth. Even Arabella couldn't help but use it since it irritated Fergus.
Gina glanced at Fergus. "Well? What do you say?"
He took a step toward her. "Are you truly ready for this, love?"
Gina bobbed her head. "Yes. I miss holding and kissing my mate. I knew a frenzy was in my future when I mated you, Fergus. Please believe me when I say I'm more than ready."
Letting out a long breath, Fergus took Gina's hand and pulled her up. "Right, then let's get a move on. My dragon has agreed to relax for an hour to get everything sorted. So let's make the most of it."
Gina mouthed, "Thank you" to Arabella as they exited the room.
Not wanting to give Faye and Grant the opportunity to leave just yet, she pierced them with her gaze again. "And now you, Faye MacKenzie."
Faye's brows furrowed. "What did I do?"
"I understand hormones messing with your moods during pregnancy, especially when it comes to irritation. But throwing dishes at Grant in a restaurant is going a bit too far."
She sighed. "You heard about that."
"Everyone has heard about it," Arabella pointed out. "The question is, what can you do to contain your outbursts? It's not fair to the clan for them to have to lock up their breakables when you visit one of their businesses or homes. Something needs to be done."
Faye glanced at her mate. "If Grant gave me more work to do, it'd keep me out of trouble."
Grant grunted. "I'm not about to send you on patrols."
Arabella shook her head. "Faye’s what, two or so months along? If Finn let me fly until I was nearly six months pregnant with triplets, Grant should be able to handle two months with whatever amount of children she's carrying."
Faye muttered, "It's two."
Holly grinned. "I knew it! It's the MacKenzie curse-slash-blessing."
Fraser added, "Ours will be older, though, so your children will have to listen to ours."
Faye rolled her eyes. "I announce I'm carrying twins and you respond by laying out the hierarchy of our unborn children?"
Thrusting out his chest, Fraser nodded. "Too right, I do. It'll give you more time to get used to the idea."
Faye stood. "Fraser MacKenzie, if you think I'm going to allow your children to lead mine into trouble, you must've been hit in the head one too many times."
Holly stood. "Enough. You two have plenty of time to argue about whose children will be leading the others into trouble. Right now, we should congratulate Faye and Grant."
Finn finally came into the room. "Congratulate what?"