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“Mmm tired,” he responded.

“Baby? You sure you don’t want your surprise? I think you’ll like it.”

“Surprise?” Logan lifted his head. Sniffed. Sugar. Sweet. “Treat?”

“The prettiest treat,” Dean cooed. “Just for my boy. I saved it specially for you.”

That was about the only way to get Logan’s attention. He flopped onto his back to peer up at his mate.

“Good boy.”

Logan warmed. He loved it when Dean called him that. Among other things.

“I was hoping you would wear your pretty outfit for Daddy?” Dean held up Logan’s pink silk shorts, edged with white lace, and matching camisole.

“Really?” Logan pushed himself to his elbows. It still shocked him that Dean enjoyed seeing Logan in one of his pretties as much as Logan longed to wear them. He was gaining more confidence and maybe he’d share his secret with the other boys soon. Logan thought he might be ready. He knew he had Dean and Noah on his side. Not that he thought his family would make fun of him. Logan didn’t know why he hadn’t shared with the others. He trusted them with all his heart.

“Let me help you,” Dean requested.

Since Logan still wasn’t sure of moving, his body humming happily, he didn’t care how he got his pretties on.

Dean had Logan dressed and beautiful before plumping up the pillows behind him.

“Sleep?” Logan batted his eyelashes. He was sleepy!

“Don’t you want your treat?” Dean asked.

Logan glanced down at his pretties.

“No, baby, that’s a treat for Daddy.” He leaned over to the bedside table.

Oh! Logan didn’t have to wait long for Dean to show him a pretty pink bakery box. “Yum-yum!”

“A beautiful cupcake for my beautiful cupcake,” Dean said, nuzzling Logan’s neck.

“I’m your cupcake?” Logan asked. Why did he like that so much? He thought Dean’s cupcakes were perfect and pretty. Was that how Dean saw him?

“You are. You’re sweet and soft like a cupcake. Decorated or not, you’re pretty. My perfect little mate.”

Logan sucked in a breath. “I’m not perfect.” He really wasn’t. His mama and father had told him that enough times.

“No one’s perfect,” Dean said with a kiss to his temple. “You’re perfect for me though.”

Perfect for his mate, his Daddy. Yeah, Logan could live with that.

He turned his head to crush his lips against Dean’s cheek. “Would you like some of my cupcake?”

Dean laughed. “Sure, baby. Thank you.”

Chapter Thirteen

Dean

The new information Dean had received that morning had moved the meeting up by several hours. Logan hadn’t wanted to get out of bed. It had only been the promise of a pretty treat later that had convinced Logan to allow Dean to drag him downstairs. Although his boy had insisted on changing. He’d been wearing the pink silk pajama bottoms, but Dean had helped him slide on a new pair of sweatpants.

They still had some insecurities to work through.

That would have to wait until after he shared what he found out at the meeting, and they came up with a plan. At least Dean was smart enough not to go rushing off on his own this time. He really should get credit for that instead of the glares he was on the receiving end of from half the men around the counter.

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