The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 98: Chapter 98

“For the love of farts!”
Elissa Maverick growled playfully as baby Melly flung a spoonful of mashed peas at her while little Celia added some butternut squash to the mix.
“What is going on in here?”
Kylie came running into the Pride House kitchen to see Armageddon, baby food style, taking place.
“Organic food has a calming quality, my round ass,” growled the Nari.
Jessica joined the two women, and all three broke out in giggles as the twin girls continued to wage war against their mama for feeding them mashed veggies.
“They’re Tiger cubs, Liss, you know they want meat,” Jessica told her sister-in-law.
“I know that, but vegetables are a necessity. Her mate said so,” the Nari returned and pointed at Kylie, who smartly raised her hands in surrender.
It still surprised her when someone mentioned her mate. True, she’d been mated a few months now, but as one half of a new couple, she was tickled by the moniker.
“Where is Doc Mikey, anyway?” Jess asked.
“He hates that name,” she reminded them, and the redhead rolled her eyes and patted her swollen stomach.
Pregnancy was erupting all over the place within the Pride. With Gretchen two months behind Jess, and Kylie about to make her own announcement, they were sure to be overrun by diapers and wipes any second, which reminded her⁠—
“So ladies, you know how I just got KingZon to let me have my own web store on their site and Kisses by Kylie has really taken off?”
At their nods she continued, “Well, check this out, Mommies by Kylie is now open for business, and I have added a collection of cloth diapers to the listings!”
The two women grabbed the brochures she’d had printed and seemed just as happy as she was with the results. After all, everyone had to do their part for the environment, so why not be pretty while you do it?
She helped wipe the twin girls clean and cuddled the chubby little cherubs while Elissa grabbed a platter of cold cuts for the women to share.
Jessica held Celia, who was as redheaded as her aunt, and Kylie held little Melly, who had hair black as a raven’s wing. Both cubs had the teal eyes of their sire and were bound to be total heartbreakers.
Kylie sighed contentedly as she lay the sleeping Melly next to her sister in the playpen, then went to join the rest of the women who’d arrived for their weekly luncheon at the table.
Wine Wednesdays had indeed turned into Whine Wednesdays, this time baby soft whining was the reason for the moniker. The karaoke machine had been put away in favor of mobiles and soothing oceanic sound machines.
“Well, how is everyone?” their guest of honor, the infamous Uncle Uzzi asked, smiling as he looked around the room.
Kylie noticed when his blue gaze stopped with laser-like focus on the newest addition of their group. Pamela Brown was smoothing a hand over her newly shortened and silky, dark curls while Elissa filled her plate with pieces of fresh slices of prosciutto and cantaloupe.
“You need fattening up,” the Nari insisted, and Pamela laughed.
The she-Tiger had put on a little more weight recently, and it was very becoming if Kylie did say so herself. She’d managed to turn her life around after their former Beta and the degenerates he’d been in bed with had very nearly destroyed her life.
Nowadays, they all welcomed the woman who had once tried to make Kylie’s good friend Gretchen’s life hell. It was all water under the bridge now.
“Pamela, dear, how are you?” asked Uncle Uzzi.
Elissa, Jessica, Gretchen, and Kylie looked at one another, then at Pamela, Uncle Uzzi, and back again.
“Uh, I’m good?” the she-Cat said, but it came out more like a question as she looked at the silent and staring faces of the women of the Pride.
“Really? Tell me, how would you like to have the best sex of your life?”
“What?” she sputtered, having just taken a bite of cantaloupe.
“Oh, I’m not offering for myself, dear. I am, as you know, still happily married to my own darling wife, Gods rest her soul, but I have a feeling I have just the man for you,” the famous matchmaker told the now shocked female.
“Oh, I don’t want⁠—”
“Have a cookie, sweetie,” Elissa interrupted, and shoved a chocolate chip cookie into Pam’s mouth.
“You might as well just give in. Uncle Uzzi always gets his way,” Jessica added.
“But—”
“Shhh. Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Elissa said.
“If Uncle Uzzi has someone in mind, it really will be the best sex of your life,” Gretchen added.
“You guys⁠—”
“Amen to that!” Kylie drawled.
“If it wasn’t for Uncle Uzzi, I’d never have caught my purrfect mate,” she said aloud, winking as the man in question strode into the room.
“Hello ladies, Uncle Uzzi,” Michael said and nodded.
He walked to where his mate sat, one hand immediately covered her stomach while the other held her face as he delivered one of his patented breath-stealing kisses to her waiting lips.
“How is mon petit chaton today?”
“Bien,” she replied and kissed him back to a series of catcalls and wolf whistles.
But nothing penetrated the bubble that seemed to surround them whenever she was in Michael’s arms. In the background, she heard conversation resume, and poor Pamela was being treated to an interview by Uncle Uzzi in front of the very loveable and unbearably nosy females of the Maverick Pride.
Poor thing, thought Kylie. She doesn’t stand a chance.
“Let’s go home.” Kylie turned to her mate and nuzzled his nose with hers.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, and she smiled radiantly at him.
Her heart swelled with love until she was near to bursting with it. No matter what happened in the future, there was one thing Kylie knew for sure. She was exactly where she belonged.
The Maverick Pride was her community and Maverick Point her address, but Michael Turner was her home now.
Always.
The end.