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was a little puppy. Now, not so much. Before I can tell him what a bad dog he is, he jumps out of the tub and streaks out of the room.
    “Not cool, Clyde,” I scream running after him with a towel in my hand. At least the water will dry without extra cleanup, unlike the mud that Walt looks to be mopping up.
    I find Clyde curled up in his bed, making sure to thoroughly saturate it with moisture. I can see his game plan now. He should know better than to try to pull this, but he is still young no matter how large he grows.
    “You will be sleeping on the couch tonight, Mister. Alex has already called the big bed.” That makes him narrow his eyes a bit, before he returns to his usual grin. I think Alex’s shoes will be joining Sebastian’s tonight for an evening snack. “Now, come here so we can dry you properly. I don’t want you catching a doggie cold.”
    He waddles over, now that fun time is over. His short fur doesn’t retain a lot of water and his bed has probably collected the majority of it, so it takes no time to get him dry.
    “There we go. Let’s go grab you some hamburger before we call it a night,” I say leading him towards the kitchen.
    Alex, being the sweetheart he is turning into, has a plate prepared and he sets it on the floor for our little guy. “As annoying as he can be, I really like it when you refer to him as ‘ours’.”
    “Yeah, well you have that weird paternal trait I find annoying in men.”
    “Come on. You know you love having a little baby in the house.” That earns him a glare from me.
    “As much as I love Clyde, he is a dog. Taking care of him is a little bit different than changing and feeding a crying screaming little you. Knowing my luck, I would somehow end up having ten pups at a time. We don’t have enough people here to take care of that many children.”
    “Okay. No fighting about it tonight. Let’s just go to bed and you can think about it some more,” Alex says taking my hand and leading me into my room.
    I change into my pajamas and forget about babies, my mentoring status, and my missing in action mate. Curling up next to Alex is the only thing on my mind right now and that is just what I am going to do.
     
     

Chapter 7
    Sweet dreams are not made of these
     
    I know I am dreaming because of the fact that I am seeing Sebastian, but I don’t seem to be able to interact with him. Dreaming about Sebastian isn’t unusual for me. In fact, it happens most nights.
    I do tend to not be a spectator watching events take place, though, so this is a little different. He is tied to a bed and it looks like someone has taken a knife to him, judging by the blood stain and slash marks on his shirt. I get the feeling this isn’t going to be my idea of a good dream.
    I move closer to him and when I try to touch him, my hand goes right through his body, solidifying my not being able to interact theory. My earlier assumption was based on the fact that he doesn’t seem to notice me standing in the room and I feel no live connection with him. I am going with me dreaming, rather than me being a ghost. I would hope I remember someone finally toasting my ass.
    “Come on, Sebastian. You could make this so much easier on yourself,” a woman’s voice says drawing my attention to a tall, leggy, chesty blonde that I failed to notice in a dark corner of the room. I need to work on my observation skills, but with Sebastian in the shape he is in, you really cannot blame me.
    I instantly hate the woman. She is dressed in a red negligee that might as well not even be there. Her face is all done up with makeup and I think she has some kind of glitter lotion on her skin because she is sparkling. I have so many not nice words going on in my mind about her that I cannot bring myself to say any of them. It would just come out as a garbled curse.
    “You should just let me go. I am mated, so none of your usual tricks are going to work on me. I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, but