Scott's POV

It's a start. I see the fire in his eyes, the passion I've missed so much. He's not just coping but letting me in again. I don't care about the sex as long as he's healthy and she is too.

I don't expect him to choose one of the names I found. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it's his kid not mine. It's not exactly my place to pick out a name or even be there at doctor's appointments. No matter how much I want to be.

So if he wants I'll sit on the side lines and watch with a gentle smile and a watchful eye. I'll watch him learn, grow and truly bloom into the mother I know he'll be. Sure I haven't said it yet but he'll be a damn good one and protective too, a real mother wolf.

There's a knock at my door that pulls me away from my thoughts, "Yeah?" I answer thinking it's Alfred but to my surprise it's the kid. "Yes Peter?"

He hides behind the partly open door not daring to step forward into my office. "Um…can you help me with something?" He asks.

I shouldn't be surprised. He and I haven't seen much of each other since Alfred was released from the hospital. So to him I'm still practically a stranger. "What is it?" I say in a gentle voice hoping not to scare him.

It works since he steps inside with a book in hand, "I'm having trouble with my math…"

"Math?" I ask before he nods, "Won't Alfred help yah?"

"He's out shopping with Lily." He answers. "I could wait for him to come back."

"No it's fine." I collect my current notes; stuff them into a file and motion towards a spare chair. "What are yah havin' trouble with?"

"Well," He starts as he pulls up to my desk. "It's algebra."

With a chuckle I reach for my glasses. When did they start printing books in this small of text? "Oh lord not that."

"It's not hard but…" He hands me his math book so I can get a better look. "But I don't understand any of this."

I skim over the lesson for a moment, "Well I can see why." It's so complicated I have to wonder if the kid's in an advanced math. "Well let's figure out how…we solvin' for X?"

"And Y." He points to a small paragraph, "Then plot it on this line here."

With a click of my pen I take the book from him, "I'm a little rusty but I think I remember a trick or two."

Soon we have his lesson and work done for the day. "Thanks Scott." He says with a wide smile, "Do you mind if I uh ask for a little help with some other things?"

"More school or somethin' else?"

His head drops slightly as he tugs at his sleeve. "Something else." His eyes scan over to my small stack of files. Really he doesn't have to say a word. I already know what he's thinking.

I stand up and lay my glasses down, "I'm up for a walk if are. I need a smoke anyway." I don't give him much time to answer as I walk out to the closet, "Besides it ain't snowing that much yet."

"True." He says grabbing his coat. "I bet it's beautiful."

I don't even wait until we're out the door before I light my cigarette, "Oh it is." I take him around the back of the house towards the tree line. "So what's wrong?"

He looks off as a few flurries fall, "You love my brother right?"

"I do." I answer digging my hands into my pockets, "Does he think otherwise?"

He shakes his head as he puts his hood up, "He's always wearing that sweatshirt you gave him and he's really happy but." He stops as a snow falls off of a nearby pine, "When Mattie was pregnant Lars was…"

"Was the father." I answer taking a long inhale of my fag and watching the white smoke raise in the air, "And your brother has been through a little more than Matthew has." Again he nods as we continue down the path, "But I do love 'im and you little brother."

It's not what he's expecting and while he tries to hide it I see his smile, "Thanks Scott."

With a chuckle I ruffle his hair slightly, "I don't always show what I'm feelin'. It's an Alpha thing and I'm sure yours will be the same way."

"Oh great…" He says pulling his hood back over his head.

"Don't like that idea?"

"Well no." He answers nearly slipping. I catch him by the arm, "Thanks, but why do Alphas have to be so cold?"

"We ain't cold." I answer though if I said that around my brother he would disagree. Peter's face also tells me he doesn't believe me either, "Omegas normally don't want overly emotional Alphas. They can fly off the handle so we keep our…emotions in check."

"You mean your temper don't you?"

He is defiantly Alfred's brother. "Yes Lad. I mean my temper." It's gotten me into a bit of trouble over the years that much I'll admit but it was only worse when I was drinking. "But you never know who you'll fall in love with."

"Papa's told me that a few times too." He says as he starts to shiver slightly, "Think it will snow more?"

"Yeah but I think we should watch from inside." I say as I lead him back to the house, "I'll make yah some tea or coco."

"Okay." He says as he takes off like a shot back towards the door, "Race you there." He says with a laugh that matches his brothers.

I race after but I'll let the kid win. I hate to admit it but I'm going to miss him when he leaves. "Alright what do yah want ta drink?" I say my face stinging from the cold.

His nose is bright red, "Hot chocolate please."

"Alright." I say as I turn on the stove, "I'll make yah all you want."