Page 12 of Daddy Frost

Unless Delta assumed Kalen had started having kids when he was twelve.

“Three?” His mate grinned, but there was tension in his green-gray eyes. “How old are they?”

Well, shit. Kalen was going to have to steer their conversation in another direction. He didn’t want to lie to Delta, but he also couldn’t tell him the truth. Not yet. Maybe when they’d gotten to know each other better.

“Stop looking so worried.” Kalen tapped his leg against Delta’s as he smiled. “I’m not looking for a stepparent.”

His mate chuckled nervously. “I’m an only child. I know jack about raising kids. Your children would be in the worst hands if you counted on me to take care of them.”

Now Kalen had painted himself into a corner and wasn’t sure how to steer himself out of it. Delta didn’t want to be a parent, but he wouldn’t have to be, considering all of Kalen’s sons were grown.

“They’re older, adults.”

Delta glanced at him briefly before averting his gaze. “You had kids at a young age,” he commented, taking another bite of his muffin. “No judgment. My mom had me when she was nineteen.” He shrugged indifferently. “We managed just fine, until...”

Kalen placed a comforting hand on Delta’s shoulder, wishing he could do more to ease his mate’s pain. Delta looked like he could use a hug. “Why don’t you tell me about her?”

Delta’s eyes shimmered, his smile radiant. “Best mom a guy could ask for.”

Chapter Four

With his mate safely dropped off at the diner and food for the two expecting pains in the ass, Kalen made his way home.

He was still amazed he had set out for breakfast with Quinton this morning, thinking it would be just another ordinary day, only to meet his mate within five minutes of sitting down.

Delta was absolutely breathtaking.

Already he missed his mate, and they’d only been apart twenty minutes. Never before had Kalen felt such intense pleasure from simply spending time with someone, just enjoying each other’s company.

At times, Kalen had to restrain himself from reaching out and pulling the slender man onto his lap, just so he could run his hands through his soft hair and shower him with kisses.

The combination of Delta’s scent mixed with the aroma of the banana nut muffin and the natural surroundings only amplified Kalen’s arousal. But it wasn’t just physical desire that drove him. He could have spent the entire day and night talking to Delta.

They’d made plans to go on a ride as soon as his mate’s shift was over, and Kalen couldn’t wait to spend even more time with him.

Which left him with roughly four hours to handle whatever business he needed to, then shower and head back to the diner.

No sooner had he pulled into the driveway and parked than Damon burst out of the house with his belly leading the way. Elvine was following close behind, struggling to keep up.

As much as Kalen loved his son, he was still having a difficult time reconciling Damon’s image with the swollen stomach in front of him.

Despite knowing men could become pregnant in their world, it was still a bizarre sight.

“How could you leave us starving?” she whined as if there wasn’t a scrap of food in the house. Just a few days ago, Kalen and Jaytee had gone grocery shopping and stocked the kitchen with plenty of food.

It just wasn’t anything these two wanted right now.

While Kalen was excited to become a grandfather, he couldn’t wait for them to have their pups already. He couldn’t remember his wife being this whiny or irritable during either of her pregnancies.

“How were you starving?” Damon scowled at her. “You ate the breakfast Jax made and an entire plate of fruit Arion painstakingly cut for you.”

“And you devoured all the leftovers from last night’s dinner, along with the five-course breakfast Casimir sweated on for you earlier,” she fired back.

“Sweated over.” Damon slapped the back of his right hand onto his left palm. “Waddle your tiny butt back inside and I’ll bring the food in.”

Kalen turned and grabbed the two bags of Styrofoam containers from one of his saddlebags, ready to shoot himself in the head if he had to listen to one more second of their bickering. He was a laid-back guy who was hard to ruffle, but Damon and Elvine were testing his patience to the limit.

“What took you so long?” Damon asked in a more civil tone, eyeing the bags in Kalen’s hands.

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