Page 28 of Daddy Frost

Kalen tucked his fingers under Delta’s chin, running the pad of his thumb over his cheek. “Enough to know you were dragged into something against your will, and you never wanted any part of whatever you were forced to do. Also, Leo wants you to go back wherever things took place.”

Kalen had pretty much heard the entire conversation. He was just missing the main context. If Delta were being truthful with himself, it was a relief to talk to someone about the messes he kept getting himself into.

Maybe Kalen could offer some advice of how he could get out of them, aside from being killed.

Or help Delta put together a last will and testament.

“It’s going to take a while to explain, so why don’t we get the introductions out of the way first. Then we can talk.” Delta’s stomach had taken that moment to rumble. Aside from the banana nut muffin early this morning, he hadn’t eaten all day.

“Looks like I need to make dinner.” Kalen held his hand as they walked around to the front of the house.

“Not if you’re going to prep the food on the same counter Damon used for sex.” Delta wasn’t sure why, but he felt as if he knew Kalen’s son already. Maybe because Damon had spoken directly to him over the phone and his name kept getting brought up.

“Allegedly had sex on,” a deep voice said. “Prove it happened.”

Glancing up at the porch, Delta felt his breath catch. The stranger was stunning and heavily resembled Kalen. The guy was pure rugged masculinity as he stared at Delta with the same beautiful blue eyes as his father. Based on Delta’s view, the man also had just as many tattoos.

He wore a slicked-back, dark undercut hairstyle, neatly trimmed beard, and reminded Delta of a rebel. The porch was much higher than the ground, the railing partially obscuring the view, so he couldn’t get a good look at the guy’s stomach.

Will you stop with your borderline obsession with his belly?

“Delta, this is my son Damon.”

“Hi,” Delta replied. But he’d somehow already known who the guy was, mostly by the comment Delta had just made but partly by instinct.

Damon gripped the railing, and leaned over it slightly. “Don’t tell my mate I said this, because he’s the super jealous type and no one is better looking than him, but damn, my dad must’ve done something right, ’cause you are downright gorgeous, cutie.”

Delta’s face heated at Damon’s outrageous, and appreciated, compliment. “Thanks.”

There went that word again. Mate. Delta seriously needed to find out what it meant and prayed like hell it didn’t mean he would end up pregnant too. If it did, he was skipping the tour of Kalen’s bedroom.

Forever.

Kalen smiled as he gently pulled Delta along then they climbed the porch steps. Delta stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze falling on Damon’s swollen belly.

Holy mother… How… He frowned as words failed him.

“Bizarre, I know,” Damon said. “Imagine being the one who’s carrying the pup.”

Delta couldn’t. Not in a million years could he imagine himself pregnant. The closest he’d ever been to an expectant mother…er, person, was in high school when Amy Shane had gotten knocked up by the head jock. “It is bizarre, but somehow, also…beautiful.”

No lie, because there was a life nestled in there, and that was simply amazing. Weird, but amazing.

“I think I need a pint of ice cream.” Damon growled and then walked inside.

“Did I say something wrong?” He glanced up at Kalen and was taken aback at the glint in the man’s blue eyes. He stared softly down at Delta, a strange expression crossing his face.

What was with all the shimmering eyes? Delta wasn’t sure if it was from something he’d said, but he enjoyed Kalen looking at him that way, like he was the most precious thing. But he wasn’t foolish enough to believe he had become Kalen’s special anything when they’d just met that morning.

“Daddy Frost!” A slim, tiny woman with olive skin and long, blue hair flew out of the door. Literally. The chick had wings!

“Ack!” Delta jumped behind Kalen, his heart hammering. What on earth had he’d just gotten himself into? Shifters, demons with nasty attitudes, and men over three hundred were things Delta could cope with. Pregnant men and fairies?

His day just kept getting stranger and more peculiar, and now a fairy had just tried to grab him. Maybe agreeing to come home with Kalen hadn’t been the brightest idea.

It’s not like I’ve been making the best decisions lately, anyway. When will I ever get it right?

“Young lady,” Kalen said calmly. “Please respect my mate’s boundaries until he gets to know you better.”

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