The Shifter's Secret Twins

by T. S. Ryder

  "A picnic is a date," Kari said.

  "Not this one. I want my daughters to know their father."

  Kari's eyes narrowed. "More like you want to know their father. In the biblical sense."

  Heat rushed to Lana's face, staining her fair skin red. "Kari!"

  "It's the truth, isn't it?"

  Lana turned to her and put her hands on her hips. She had just about had it with her sister's passive-aggressive disapproval. She had already made her decision and she was going to stick with it no matter how much Kari tried to convince her otherwise. Her sister only felt this way because of how Lana had reacted right after finding out Simon was the twins' father. Something she regretted terribly. She had done everything wrong and it was coming back to bite her already. At least Simon had forgiven her for her cruel remarks

  "Yes, I want to get to know him better, but not in the biblical sense. I've already slept with him. I think I know him pretty well that way." Lana took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "He's the father of my children, and even if I don't need a man around, that doesn't mean that I don't want one. The girls love him already and they deserve the chance to get to know their father and their heritage."

  Kari opened her mouth.

  "As for me," Lana continued, not letting her speak, "Yeah. Okay, I am holding onto some feelings for him. But he has been with me every step of the way and he'll continue to be by my side. I want to get to know more about him as a person. I want to know what makes him laugh and what makes him cry. He has been nothing but good and kind to me. We've already decided that we're not having sex again until we've dated for at least three months."

  Kari choked. She started coughing, eyes wide.

  Lana smirked for a moment before she shook her head. "Honestly, though. This is my business. I know you're worried about me, but I've got a handle on it."

  "I'm just concerned. Sex? He's so old!"

  "We've already had sex."

  "That was just a one-time thing, though."

  Lana repressed the urge to roll her eyes. "What about the guy you were seeing before you met Robert? What was his name . . . Vincent? He was at least twice as old as you were."

  "And if you remember, Mom and Dad didn't approve of him and I broke it off and then met Robert and we're living happily ever after."

  "I've never felt this way before about a guy. Ever."

  Kari shrugged. "Hormones."

  "Maybe part of it." Lana resumed packing the basket. "But with Simon it's different. He and I just click, in more ways than one. I really like him, Kari, and I can't see my life without him. Maybe that will change after this cancer scare is over, but I doubt it. We're taking things slow, anyway. This is for the girls to get to know their father more than anything else. I don't want to cut him out of their lives."

  Kari continued to look unimpressed. But before she could make any further comments, Simon came into the room, Evie clinging to one of his legs and Elaine on his back. He nodded in greeting at Kari before focusing on Lana.

  "The car seats are installed. What do I need to do in here?"

  Lana put the last of the food in the basket. "It's all ready. Let's go."

  "Make sure you're back in time for that thing," Kari said immediately. "You wouldn't want to miss it."

  Lana repressed the urge to roll her eyes again. She gave her sister a hug and then turned to see Simon picking up the basket. She would protest, but he didn't let her carry anything when he was around even though she was healing. It was nice since the muscles still pulled and could end up being painful.

  They went out to his car, a sensible sedan that the girls loved to ride in, and put everything into place. Once they were all ready, they pulled out. Lana sighed happily as she relaxed into the passenger seat. The sun shone bright and clear in the blue sky while they sped out of the city for their picnic. It would be good to get away from the noise and crowds for a few hours. They lived in a calmer neighborhood, but that only meant that the neighbors were always looking for something to talk about. That meant sticking their noses in any bit of juicy gossip that came their way.

  "Have you had any pain?" Simon asked as he drove. "Drainage? Swelling?"

  Lana wrinkled her nose. "You're doing it again."

  "Doing what?"

  "Interrogating me about my recovery. I'll tell you what I told you yesterday; no pain bad enough that I've had to take anything. No drainage. No swelling. I'm fine."

  Simon laughed softly and shot her a sheepish look. "Sorry. It's hard for me to switch out of doctor mode. I just worry."

  Lana nodded. It was understandable. He was a doctor, and he had lost someone he loved to cancer. Just like she had. She glanced in the mirror to see the girls playing quietly with their toys, and she relaxed a little more. They weren't paying attention to the conversation at all.

  "So, let's talk about something else," she said.

  "Well . . . your sister doesn't like me."

  "No, she doesn't. Not yet, at least." Lana shook her head. "She thinks that you're the big bad wolf and I'm just a naive, vulnerable girl. It's just her being overprotective. She gets like this sometimes. The more time we spend together, the more she'll realize I'm not being taken advantage of. She might even make you a specialized soap."

  "Soap?"

  "She makes soap."

  "Oh."

  "She'll come around," Lana assured him. "We just have to ride it out."

  Simon nodded, his eyes on the road. "Right. Because this isn't even about you and me. It's so I get to know the girls more. So you can decide if you'll tell them."

  "Tell us what?" Evie piped up from the backseat. "That you're our daddy?"

  Both Lana and Simon jumped. She twisted in her seat, staring back at her daughter. "Who told you that?"

  "Peter. He heard Auntie Kari and Uncle Robert talking about it," Evie replied matter-of-factly.

  "Oh." Lana shook her head. "Apparently we need to watch what we say more."

  Evie smirked. "Yup! Because I'm the smartest. Where are we going? I need to pee."

  ***

  As soon as they got to the park, settling next to a large sparkling lake with a gentle breeze forming soft waves on the water, the girls started running around in circles. They hooted and hollered. Lana recognized the signs. She was just able to get their clothes off of them before they shifted and tore off, Lana shaking her head and calling after them to stay away from the water. She had brought new clothing just in case this happened but was glad that they weren't going to ruin more with their hijinks.

  "Anything in the picnic basket that needs to be eaten right away?" Simon asked her.

  She shook her head.

  "Good."

  He carried the basket to a picnic table, then trotted over to the bathroom while Lana climbed down the gently sloping hill to the lake where the girls raced up and down, just staying out of the water's edge. Evie ran over to her and jumped up on her knees, yipping in her tattle-tale tone. Elaine's paws were wet.

  "Stay out of the water," she reminded both of them. "Elaine, listen to me. Stay out of the water."

  Elaine stood in the wave line, her tail wagging. When the waves came in, she jumped out of their way before rushing back in. She grabbed a piece of driftwood and dragged it up the beach. Evie jumped after her, grabbing the other side of the stick. They started a tug-of-war, growling playfully at each other as they turned in circles on the beach.

  A deep bark from the picnic table made her look up. Her hand flew to her chest, eyes widening. Her first instinct was to scream, but she swallowed it down quickly. She had never seen Simon in his Wolf form before. He was magnificent, twice as large as any dog she had ever seen. His fur was mottled black and brown and the way he stood with his chest out and head high made him look even more powerful.

  He looked at Lana and winked. She giggled.

  The girls tore up the beach at him, yipping and calling. When they got closer, he stamped at the ground and ran in circles. They chased him, tails waggin
g so fast they looked like they were vibrating. Lana laughed as she climbed back to the picnic basket and sat down, watching them. When Simon grabbed a stick, both girls grabbed the other end and pulled hard. He let his feet slip as if they were pulling him, and Lana had to laugh again.

  It was good to see the twins so happy, enjoying their father's presence. Whatever apprehensions she had about everything melted away. It was good. It was right. Her girls deserved to have their father in their lives and Simon deserved to have his daughters as well. She started setting out the food.

  She still didn't want to rush into this, but that didn't mean she didn't want it. She and Simon would have to sit down and have a serious conversation. A smile crossed her lips. And after the conversation, maybe they could break their no-sex rule . . . just once.

  Chapter Fourteen – Simon

  Four Months Later

  Simon hummed as he finished up inputting data from his last patient, a wide grin on his face. Lana's chemo was finally over, shorter than it normally would be because of the positive results they had gotten from the shifter tissue implanted into her chest wall. All signs pointed to a healthy body.

  Her hair was growing back, just barely long enough to brush, but it suited her. In the end, she only wore the wig a couple times. She looked and felt much better. From Simon's frequent visits, he knew she was much stronger as well. It wasn't often that Simon felt so unabashedly optimistic about a patient's recovery. Maybe it was because he wasn't technically her doctor.

  He pulled his blazer on and left his office. Clint was locking up cabinets and turning off computers. Their relationship had improved drastically over the last few months, partly because Clint had to help him shield off a few angry women and husbands after Simon stopped playing around. It was like when they were young once again.

  "You look happy," his friend mentioned.

  "I am happy. I don't remember the last time I was this happy." Actually, he did. It was before Katie fell sick. He paused a moment. Katie would like Lana. He was sure of that. She would approve of his choice. "You were right. I was drowning my sorrows by sleeping around; I hadn't allowed myself to process my grief. At least not consciously. But I think I'm ready."

  "Ready for what?"

  Simon grinned. "Something permanent. Clint, I'm in love."

  If he was expecting shouts of ‘hallelujah’ and for Clint to beam, he was in for disappointment. If anything, his friend looked alarmed, his eyes widened, stance rigid. Simon waited, saddened by this reaction. After everything that Clint said about needing to move on and being faithful to one woman, he was acting like Simon had just declared that he was going to sell the practice and move to California to take up a career in surfing.

  "In love," Clint repeated. "Okay . . . Please don't tell me that it's Lana Flores."

  "She's not my patient."

  "Simon—"

  He held up his hand. "Just listen to me, okay?"

  Clint wrinkled his nose but nodded.

  "Lana is strong. She is determined. She can be submissive at times, but when things really matter, she stands firm. She always puts the good of her children above her own. She's brave and smart." Simon smiled. "She makes me glad to be alive again. I can talk to her, and she knows what she wants out of life. She inspires me; she makes me want to be a better person."

  "And the fact that you're pushing fifty and she's still in her twenties?" Clint narrowed his eyes. "You have to have some reservations about that."

  Simon licked his lips, hesitating. "Yes," he finally admitted. "I have some hesitancies. She is much younger than I am. I worried that she wasn’t experienced enough. But she has children – my children – and she has been through tragedy. She's had romances. We've told each other everything. She knows about my . . . indiscretions."

  "You told her?" Clint looked impressed. "About all of it?"

  "Every woman. That I can remember, at least. She told me about her men, too. There were more than you'd think."

  Clint sighed. "Okay. Okay, so you guys have thought this through. You're going to get a lot of looks, though . . . "

  "We already do."

  "So how does she feel? Does she love you, too?"

  Simon almost winced. Whenever they were alone, she couldn't keep her hands off him. He thought she loved him, but she had never said the words. "We haven't discussed our feelings for each other. Not yet. I'm planning on telling her tonight. It's been long enough since the surgery that she will be emotionally better prepared for whatever might come next."

  "And what if she doesn't love you?"

  "Then I'll pull back. I'll go back to being just a friend, and we'll make sure that whatever time we spend together is with the girls – in groups."

  Clint eyed him for a moment before shaking his head. He clearly repressed a sigh, then clapped a hand on Simon's back. "I hope it works out. I really do."

  "Me too. And it will. No matter what happens, it will work out."

  ***

  Lana wore a midnight-blue dress that went well with her blonde hair and stunning eyes. She smiled at him, chewing on her lower lip, as he pulled out a chair for her. The low-cut V in her dress gave him an eyeful of her cleavage, and he couldn't help but look longingly at it. The red scar from her surgery peeked out from the edge, and he wanted to kiss it.

  "You look beautiful," he said, moving his gaze back to her face.

  A knowing smirk was on her face, and he couldn't help but grin back. Had she worn this dress on purpose to make him have these thoughts?

  "Thank you," she said as she glanced around. "This is a nice place."

  The lighting was dim. Each table was screened with transparent curtains and gentle music played in the background. Simon hadn't been planning on such a romantic location, but he had asked Lana on this . . . date? meeting? . . . at the last moment. It was the only place that still had reservations other than some cheap fast-food place. Definitely not the mood he was going for. Better romantic than cheap.

  "So, what did you want to talk about?" she asked, her brow raising.

  Simon smiled nervously. He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "Well, we've talked about a lot of things. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

  "Do you?"

  Simon nodded.

  "Maybe I have something . . . " She twitched and shrugged. "Um . . . you go first."

  "Okay." Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. "Well, I guess I've been alone and lonely for a long time. Ever since Katie died. These last few months have been . . . amazing. I've remembered what it means to be close to people again. You, the girls, even Clint. I'm living again, rather than just existing. And that's because I saw how strong you were. How determined you were to be there for Evie and Elaine."

  She leaned forward, chewing on her lip. Her eyes were bright, and she squeezed his hand. The ring on her middle finger winked at him. It was her mother's, and Simon let himself muse on the fact that her eyes were the same color for a moment.

  "What I'm trying to say is that you're important to me," he continued. "I . . . I want you to always be in my life. The more I get to know you—"

  A shout cut him off. Both he and Lana turned together to the doors leading into the restaurant. Simon jumped to his feet, a growl in his throat as half a dozen people in black masks stormed in. They waved guns in the air and shouted for everybody to drop. The hostess squealed and one of them grabbed her and threw her to the floor. A gunshot – Simon started forward, thinking the woman had been shot, but plaster rained down from the ceiling.

  Lana's hands grasped his arm. Her breath came in ragged pants. He put an arm around her, wanting to comfort her while the masked gunmen came in closer. Patrons and servers all dropped to the floor. The logical part of Simon's brain made him get down, too, although his Wolf growled and seethed, fighting to get out. The reaction surprised him. He wasn't a violent man.

  "Phones, purses, wallets and jewelry," one of the men said, going to a table to their left. "Hand them ove
r."

  Simon pulled his phone and wallet from his pocket when another of them came towards him and Lana. He handed them over without complaint. Lana whimpered beside him. He put a protective arm around her, reminding himself not to growl at the gunmen. The best thing he could do right now was just to stay quiet and hope that nobody was hurt. He was insured.

  The man stuck his gun in Lana's face. "The ring."

  Her mother's ring. Simon stared at the gun pointed at his mate's face, and the growl he had been holding in erupted.

  He acted without thinking. He swiped the gun away from Lana, then threw himself from his position on the floor. His clothes shredded as his wolf burst forward. He grabbed the gunman by the arm while Lana screamed. The others turned towards him. The man he held screamed, and he crunched down on the arm. His gun dropped as something snapped. Gunshots rang out; a burning pain flashed across Simon's hindquarters.

  He released the man with a howl, then grabbed him again and swung him around. The man screeched an inhuman noise of pain. Simon threw him into one of the other robbers and lunged forward again. More gunshots. More pain. He stumbled.

  There was a shout from somewhere behind him. He leaped on one of the gunmen just before the customers charged. More gunfire rang out, and then the customers were on the gunmen. They fought back using steak knives, chairs, anything that they could get their hands on. The gunmen shouted. Simon snapped the arm of the closest one and jumped over the heads of the other customers to knock a third one over. His gun went flying, caught by another customer. The other gunmen tried to run, but Simon quickly helped the other customers blockade and subdue them as well.

  Sirens wailed outside as Simon returned to Lana. He nudged her with his nose, whining, and she threw her arms around him. His Wolf retreated, and he wrapped his arms around her, checking her body to make sure that she was alright. When he saw blood staining her dress, his heart nearly stopped. He tore the fabric open, looking for the wound.