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I look at our masterpiece.

Painted, defiled in our cum.

“Stunning, Baby Girl.”

“I’m in love.” Tyler hums.

“My Curvy Thirteen.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

VALLIE

Two years later

"Dad, this is Ryan.” Molly and a small boy approach us as their band filters out into the crowd, the music students embracing their proud parents. Claps still echo, along with, ‘You were amazing’ and ‘I’m so proud.’ A room filled with praise and excitement.

It is their opening night.

Well deserved; it was spectacular.

"Hm,” I hear Donnie’s grunt-hum come from beside me as he stares down his lashes at the red-faced blonde kid Molly is clutching to. If looks could burn, that kid’s arm would be ash.

"Nice to meet you, Ryan.” I press between them, tapping his shoulder lightly. It’s weird touching other people’s kids. I never know if it’s okay or not. “You were wonderful up there. Do you take guitar lessons?"

"Yes.” He nods and smiles at Molly. Adorable. “Every Tuesday and Thursday, but I practise every day.”

"I do, too!" Molly declares dreamily.

Well, it must be love.

Donnie makes a noise again. “Hm."

Families move around, weaving between chairs and the aisles as they greet and converse.

Tyler and Dexter appear behind me, warm, large bodies creating a firm wall I love to disappear into.

Turning around, I stroke my finger down Bowie’s cheek. He is sleeping, tucked into a harness on Tyler’s chest, looking tiny alongside the Vaughn brothers.

"If you don't mind, Mr, erm, Mr Vaughn.”

Oh crap.

I look back at this poor kid as he stares, wide-eyed up at the huge, unsmiling Donnie and fumbles for words. “I mean,sir, my parents—" Ryan points to a neatly dressed, cardigan-wearing couple. I look at her neck, expecting to see pearls or rosaries. "They want to meet you and Mrs Vaughn."

Donnie folds his arms over his chest. "Why?"

"Donnie." I nudge him.

"Oh, Donald, step aside—” Kathleen pushes her way through the Vaughn brothers and makes herself the front for our family. “It's lovely to meet you.” She shakes the couple’s hands, firm and matriarchal. “I'm Kathleen.” Smoothly, like the queen of England, she gestures over her shoulder to us. “This is Vallie, Dexter, Tyler, and Donald. And this little angel is Bowie. Like the singer, or so I’m told.”

"Oh,jeez.It is truly lovely to meet you all,” the man says. “I’m Colin. This is Ruth. Our boy, Ryan, has been asking for playdates for a while, but we know you're unsure. We thought if you met us.” He beams with perfect teeth and bright eyes. He gets a lot of sleep. Very wholesome… “You'd see we are normal. Just normal people. Like you."

I spit out a laugh but clear it away.

A provocative curve forms on Donnie’s lips.Oh, fuck, what is he thinking?He finally leans forward, shaking Colin’s hand. "I'm the dad."

Tyler follows. "So am I."

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