Left the suite they lived in and headed off down the darkened pack-house, hurriedly heading for the front doors, there was no one around, no nanny to pick him up and take him back to his father or to his bed.
Pushed out through the front doors and went out into the bitter coldness of the winter night, snow was falling lightly that night, and he ran away from the pack-house in knee deep snow, in search of that baby so cold and still crying. With every step he took he snow getting deeper, the further from the pack-house he had gotten. The louder he could hear that baby crying.
No one was out looking or searching for the baby, he recalled, no-one could hear it, but him. He ran on searching “I’m coming.” he called out to the crying baby, worried as the cries were becoming less, it was too cold for a baby out here.
Then there it was, lying in the snow, wrapped in a light cloth, not a blanket, a torn piece of clothing maybe. A little girl lay there in the snow, her tiny arms and legs moving as she sobbed, her little grey eyes filled with tears, her lashes had frozen tears on them from the cold winters night, and there was snow covering half of her tiny body.
He had reached down and brushed the snow from her and told her “l got you.” softly. He lifted the infant and cradled her against his body; the little girl gazed up at him and ceased crying.
Little Joe had smiled down at her, held her into his Chest, keeping her as warm as he could, as he walked back to the pack-house and through the front doors, she is sleeping in his arms now, feels warmer now and Joe feels happy. He had been right and he had saved her. Carried that baby girl all the way back to his father. Walking into the Beta’s suite he’d not closed the door when he’d left.
Walked right up to his father, still sleeping in his bed “Daddy.” he says happily, knowing his daddy would be so proud of him, for saving the baby.
“Joe son, please, it’s late; go back to bed.” he grumbled without looking at his son.
“But daddy, I found the baby.” he tells him proudly.
“What?” his fathers eyes open and he turned to look at his son, standing next to his bed holding a baby.
Joe smiled up at his daddy “See daddy, its a little girl.”
His father was really staring at him now, wide awake, reached out to touch the baby as though he didn’t believe what he was seeing.
“She’s stopped crying now daddy.”
“Where did you get the baby son?” his father had asked him.
“Out in the snow daddy, she was crying and all alone.” he smiled down at the little girl he’d still been holding, “She’s sleeping now daddy.”
His father had reached for the baby “Give her to me Son.”
Joe had shook his head and stepped back from his father “No daddy, she’s my baby. You didn’t believe me.”
“Son come on, give her to me,” his father had encouraged him.
“No” he’d told his father firmly “She’s mine daddy,” he looked back down at the little girl in his arms “will name her. Daisy.”
“Son you can’t keep her, she’s someone’s baby.”
“She’s mine.” Joe had told him and turned and left his fathers bedroom, to take little Daisy back to his room.
Climbed up into his bed with her, tucked he blankets around her and lay down next to her put his hand on her tiny 3and pat her gently.
Alpha Ronan and Luna Elizabeth had appeared in his room to look at the baby, tried to coax him to give her over, but he would not, she was his baby to look after and protect now.
He had went where little Daisy had gone the next day, his hand in the Luna’s hand as she had carried little Daisy, down the hall, having removed her from a very unhappy Joe’s care.
No-one had stepped forward to claim he little girl and Joe had told the Luna, it was because she was his baby. Wanted to keep her for himself. Threw a tantrum as she’d handed little Daisy over to a man, who promised to keep her-safe and love her as his own.
The man had crouched down in front of the distressed child, who was lamenting the loss of his baby. He wished to prevent her removal from his life; he permitted young Joe to tenderly kiss her on the forehead as a farewell, sobbing, “Goodbye, Daisy.”
“Daisy, is it?” It is aesthetically pleasing. Why don’t we refer to her as Daisy, and you, young man, may address her as Daisy.
Little Joe gazed up at the man and affirmed, “My baby as well.”
He observed that man exit Luna’s office with his Daisy.
