"Where the hell is everybody," he bitched as he glared up the stairs. "You just called them about two seconds ago--" People came at a dead run, a traffic jam forming at the top of the stairs in spite of the fact that the thing was huge, the sound of big feet thundering down to the foyer as the Brothers came with their mates in tow. "Here," she said, taking out a flimsy slip of paper. "Show them this--it's a picture from the ultrasound." Wrath shifted her around so he was holding her with one arm--and he took that pic and thrust it out like it was billboard size and made of gold. "Look!" he barked. "Look! My son! My son!" Beth had to laugh even as her tears ran harder. "Look!" His Brothers formed a circle around what he was holding out, and she was astonished . . . every one of them had a sheen across their eyes, their manly, tight smiles proof they were holding their emotions in check. And then she looked at Tohr. He was hanging back, with Autumn close to his side. As his mate glanced up in concern, he seemed to brace himself to come forward. "I'm so happy for you," the Brother said roughly to both of them. "Oh, Tohr," she blurted, reaching out her hands. As the Brother clasped them, Wrath dropped his arm as if hiding the picture. "No," Tohr cut in. "You keep that up, you feel that pride. I have a good feeling about this, and I'm rejoicing with you--all the way." "Ah, fuck," Wrath said, yanking the Brother in for a hard embrace. "Thanks, my man." -Wrath, Beth, Tohr, & the others"