A moment later, Sky felt a little gloved hand creep into hers, squeezing as Cerys smiled up at her. "Gon' have cake?"
Skylar arched a brow, knowing as well as he did that there weren't any neighbors for at least a few miles - not too far for a walk, she supposed. "Has she?" she asked, a little surprised by that. Distracted by the little gloved hand that had taken hers, she turned to the girl and mirrored her smile. "I'd love some, if you have any."
"Arnie Marmar made l'mum drizz," Cerys informed her new auntie, giving her a gentle tug toward the house to follow Emrys and the other men in the family.
Skylar glanced at Emrys, a puzzled look on her face, silently indicating that she needed a translation. "Sorry, I don't understand toddler very well," she whispered in apology.
"She means one of our friends, Mara, made a lemon drizzle cake for us," Emrys translated, putting Dai back down on the porch. He opened the door, stepping aside to let Bevan and Dai toddle in first. "After you."
"Oh, I see! Well, that's good because I happen to love lemon drizzle cake," she said, offering a smile to Cerys before letting go of her hand so she could follow her brothers inside.
"M'kay!" Toddling at speed into the house, Cerys could then be heard imperiously telling her brothers to take off their boots and coats, making Emrys laugh fondly. He clearly adored his children. His gaze gentled as he looked at Skylar.
"You're family," he told her quietly. "No one will harm you under our roof."
Skylar smirked as she, too, overheard that pronouncement. "She reminds me a little of myself," she confessed. "I was the eldest girl," she explained, though she appeared to be at least a few years younger than Marissa. "Thanks, I appreciate that," she said, saying nothing more of family, but already finding herself liking her sister's chosen mate.
The news that he was, technically, looking at his mate's older sister seemed to cross Emrys' eyes for a moment before he dismissed the confusion out of hand. "Well, I can't say you have a boring family," he chuckled, gesturing for her to come inside. "C'mon. I'll leave the door open, but Marissa's done something weird that means it never gets cold in here."
She chuckled at the look on his face, feeling a little sympathetic about his confusion. "No, we sure don't," she agreed. "Sometimes it even makes my head hurt." She wasn't sure how much Marissa had told him, and it wasn't her place to explain, so she left it at that. She stepped inside, pausing a moment to look around, her expression turning thoughtful. "I remember this place," she said, mostly to herself.
"We haven't changed much," he assured her. "Just added a couple of rooms, and the whole ... farm set up. Fair warning, don't even joke about eating the pigs. Your sister will bite you." He flashed her a grin of his own, toeing out of his boots as he shucked off his coat. "Hands need cleaning, sweaty kidlings!"
Skylar arched a brow at the remark about pigs. "You aren't raising them for ..." She stopped just short of finishing that thought. Slaughter? Eating? Food?
"Well, I was, but she got attached," he admitted in amusement, pulling a bench out from under the kitchen counter and lifting the children up onto it in front of the sink. "Your sister likes cuddling piglets."
Skylar wrinkled her nose at the thought of that. "But piglets grow into pigs," she pointed out. "She must have read too much Charlotte's Web as a kid," she remarked as she took off her boots and jacket and left them near the door.
"She also loves the pigs," he said, turning on the water so the three toddlers could soak themselves and everything else in the name of washing their hands. "To the point where I am not allowed to name any of them after breakfast meats."
"I'll try to remember not to make any mention of bacon," Skylar said with another smirk as she stepped further inside, chuckling a little at the kids. "They're washing more than their hands there," she warned with a nod of her head toward the sink.
"I know." Emrys grinned, letting the children keep at it as he put the kettle on to boil. "I'm not the best dad in the world, but I am the most fun."
Skylar tilted her head to regard him a moment, one brow arching upwards. "What makes you say that? Do you know any other dads you can compare yourself to?" she asked, trying to make a point as she shoved her fingers through her hair to give it a quick finger-combing.
"A few," he admitted. "Some of them are even human. I think I'm more lax with the pups than they are, but they're never in any danger with me. That's what matters the most."
"Well, for what it's worth, I think you're a great dad," Skylar said. Though she had only just met him, she had other sources to base her opinion on. "They look happy and healthy, and isn't that all that really matters?"
"Well, I can't take all the credit for that," he said laughingly. "They have an incredible mother, after all." Reaching over the heads of the children, he turned off the water and dropped a towel on top of all three heads, creating a peal of cackling laughter as little hands reached to dry off.
Skylar smiled as she watched the children, a little envious, though settling down and having children wasn't part of her future plans just yet, if ever. "I'm glad," she murmured quietly. "She deserves to be happy and so do you."
Emrys was quiet for a moment, his gaze looking past Skylar to his memories as a faint smile touched his lips. "She saved me," he said, just as softly as his newly found sister-in-law. "Without her, I would still be a wandering hermit, going mad every full moon."
She arched a brow, unsure what he meant by all that, but knowing enough to make a little sense of it. She knew what happened to lycans during a full moon, anyway. Or what was supposed to happen to them. "Have you ever considered that maybe you saved each other?" she asked. She wasn't talking in a physical sense, so much as an emotional one.
"Oh, I know," he assured her. "I'm glad to be the man she needed at the time we met, and to still be the man she needs now. If I ever fail her, I'll punish myself for it far more than anyone else ever could."