Page 87 of Claim Me

“Profound words from the lifelong bachelor.”

“I’ve gotten plenty of wisdom stored up from watching others,” he says and then nods at Glen and Nora. “I have much insight to share.”

“Everyone knows Indigo is my forever man,” I declare and raise my arms in the air for some reason. Letting them drop down, I add, “I don’t need to get married to prove anything. Besides, marriage seems like an old-fashioned thing for the elderly.”

“Uh-huh,” Caveman mutters, standing over me and trying to seem intimidating. “Don’t you want your son to have his father’s last name?”

Indigo and Sync chuckle at Caveman’s bullshit. I ignore the O’Malley thing and use logic.

“I want all my babies to be born out of wedlock,” I state like I’m taking a strong stance for the bastards of the world. “It’s like my thing. Carys has her kids while married and names them after the ‘Aliens’ movie. I have my kids out of wedlock and give them Irish names. Why would you want to mess with our things?”

Caveman grins. “What’s your boy’s name again?”

“Callum.”

Losing his smile, he grunts, “No.”

“Cillian.”

“Don’t fuck with me, lass.”

“I’ve already explained we’re naming him Finn because of my love of fish.”

Caveman gives me a dismissive frown. “You better use the name I gave you.”

“Or what?”

“I don’t know, but it’ll be gross.”

Laughing at his bullshit, I climb on the bed next to Indigo. “Baby Liam will be here soon, and I plan to be single when that happens.”

“My sister only birthed a single good daughter,” Caveman mutters and storms out.

As Indigo, Sync, and I laugh at his rage, I gesture for Nora and Glen to join us on the bed.

“Family time,” I announce. “Sync, you’re a part of the family, too. Feel free to lie across the end of the bed like a dog.”

The twins giggle and point at the end where they want their dad to sleep.

“But I’m sleeping in your room, remember?” Sync tells the girls.

Deirdre looks at me, seeming confused. “Where will you be?”

“In here with Indigo, Glen, and Nora.”

Kiera gasps dramatically, and Deirdre stares at me in horror.

“We want to stay with you,” Kiera insists and then looks on the floor. “We can fit right there.”

Sync grins at her pointing to a corner. “You aren’t a dog. You can’t just curl up.”

“Where are the dogs?” Deirdre asks Indigo.

“At Tack’s house.”

“They can sleep right there,” she insists.

“I think we should do what we already planned,” Sync insists. “I’ll sleep in your room upstairs. Siobhan and Indigo will be down here. You can see them before bed and when you get up.”

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