Page 13 of Daddy Frost

“Last I checked, I was neither married to you nor had I become your child,” he said testily. “Now, if you two would be so kind as to scootch your bellies out of my way, I can get inside the house.”

Kalen was taken aback when Elvine’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Damon ate my peanut butter cookies.”

Jesus. Damon and Elvine were the ones pregnant, yet it felt as if Kalen was the one suffering from the end results.

“You left them on the kitchen table, brat,” Damon said evenly. “My pup wanted them.”

“And mine wanted them, too.” She slapped his arm.

With a sigh, Kalen turned and headed back to his motorcycle as the two continued to argue. Pulling out his phone, he sent a group text to Casimir and Jax, telling them to come get their mates before he blew a gasket.

Then he reached into his other saddlebag and retrieved the grocery bag containing three mega packs of peanut butter cookies and a pound of gummy bears.

That should tie Damon over for the rest of the day, but it might take Elvine until tomorrow morning to eat through this new stash, which was no longer designated as a stash.

“Are those cookies?” Elvine licked her lips, and her meadow-green eyes lit up, her beautiful fairy wings fluttering.

Jax walked onto the porch and scooped her up into his arms, careful of her wings. “What have I told you about bickering with Damon, ma petite?”

“He ate all my cookies!” she grumbled loudly. “Our little pup/fae/vampire wanted those!”

Any time Jax called her ma petite, Kalen’s heart pinched a little. It was what their mother used to called them when the boys were mere pups. It felt good to hear the term used in their home again.

“Is everything okay?” Jax asked as Elvine extended her arms, greedily reaching for the bags in Kalen’s hands.

“Yeah. Why?” Kalen handed Elvine the bags with her food and cookies then turned and handed Damon his as Jaytee, Damon’s twin, walked outside.

“Casimir asked me to wrangle you inside,” Jaytee said to Damon, snatching the bag with the gummy bears from his twin. “Sweet. I was hoping you got some more of these.”

Damon glared at him. “You’re the one who’s been eating them,” he snarled. “I crawled all over Casimir last night when I found the last bag was empty!”

“One, crawling all over him is what got you knocked up in the first place.” Jaytee grinned, taking a step back with the plastic bag in hand. “Two, if you want them, wobble your ass over here and get them.”

Kalen looked between the twins, the contrast between them never more noticeable than now. It was like looking at the “before pregnancy” image of Damon and the “currently pregnant” version of his son. He kept glancing between the two. Flat stomach, swollen belly. Flat stomach, swollen belly.

Kalen wasn’t sure if he was simply having fun with the differences or if he was trying to merge the two versions in his mind like some strange optics to play with.

“Dad?” His name sounded like a simple question on his son’s lips.

He glanced at Jax, thankful his eldest boy had forced Kalen’s gaze to stop ping-ponging between the twins.

Since all three of his sons stood there, Kalen announced, “I was late because I spent the morning with my mate.”

Damon and Jaytee fell silent as everyone on the porch stared wide-eyed at him. Even Elvine stopped trying to rip open a pack of her cookies. Her lips parted, and she blinked several times.

“Did you just say your mate?” Jax asked.

Kalen was getting a kick out of their shocked expressions and decided to have a bit of fun with them. “Or it could’ve been just some hot little number I was trying to reel into my bed.” He ran his fingers over his long beard, acting as if he had to think hard. “Now which one was it?”

Elvine squealed and jerked around in Jax’s arms until he set her on her feet. She flew on her wings at Kalen and hugged him, her swollen belly pressing into his gut. “Who is he?” she asked excitedly as she pulled back to look at him. “Or is your mate a woman?”

Kalen grinned so wide his cheeks strained. “A male.”

Her eyes sparkled. “What’s his name? What species is he? Just how hot is he? I wanna meet Daddy Frost. Why isn’t he with you?” She pressed her nose against his, her tone switching from excitement to a tiny growl. “Is he good enough for you, or do we have our work carved out for us?”

Damon didn’t even correct her, which told Kalen how shocked his son was.

No one said a word, like they were waiting for him to answer her questions.

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