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TWELVE

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Nick continued to swear as he dashed across the hall from Bax’s flat into his. It was a good idea for him and Bax to have their adult time in Bax’s apartment. Not only was there no chance of the kids accidentally walking in on something they shouldn’t see, but it helped him to shift gears in his mind so he could give Bax his full attention. Or at least as much of his full attention as he could.

The baby monitors were a necessity, but sometimes, just sometimes, like that morning, when he’d been balls-deep in Bax, so close to coming that he could taste it as he watched Bax get lost in pleasure, they were a colossal pain in the arse.

“Hey, babies. I’m here,” he said as he hurried into the nursery that Jordan and Macy shared. He went on to sing his usual morning greeting, “Good morning to you, good morning to you, good morning, dear babies, good morning to you.”

The babies calmed their sleepy morning fuss and reached out to him as he scooped up first Macy, then Jordan.

“That’s better,” he cooed in his daddy voice, praying he didn’t smell too much like sex and Baxter.

Then again, they were toddlers. They wouldn’t know what the smell was.

He was used to their morning routine, as frantic as it could be. He got the kids up, plopped them in front of the telly, feeling deeply guilty about rotting their brains and how it made him a terrible dad, then filled small bottles for them. While they zoned out in front of CBeebies, he quickly jumped into the shower to clean up the remnants of his night with Bax.

“Shit,” he hissed into the shower spray. He’d run out on Bax more or less in the middle of things, before either of them could get off.

That was why his balls ached so much. He had been so focused on getting back to the kids that he hadn’t even taken a second to jerk off in Bax’s bathroom before racing to take care of his kids.

By the time he turned the shower off, quickly toweled off, and scrambled to put his work clothes on, he felt like the worst boyfriend in the history of the world. He didn’t even feel like a good father, really. Someone somewhere would probably take him to task for having the telly babysit his kids while he showered. At least he’d gotten into the habit of showering with the bathroom door open in case they needed him for anything. They were too young to worry about seeing him naked, but Jordan in particular was getting older by the second. There’s been a couple times that winter when Nick had caught his son staring at his genitals with more curiosity than indifference.

He couldn’t not shower with the door open, though. He couldn’t leave his babies alone for too long either. There really wasn’t a good solution, unless he locked them in some sort of cage while he took a shower.

A knock on his flat’s door just as he and the kids were finishing up a slightly more substantial breakfast pulled him out of his racing thoughts.

“Morning, Mr. Turner,” Imogen said, all but stumbling into the flat with her book bag, her coat half undone. “Sorry I’m late. I had a night class last night and overslept this morning. I’m not sure how this term is going to work, to be honest. I have so much work, and I’ve got a few classes coming up that I will have to take during the day. Your mum said she could take the kids when she needs to, though.”

“Thanks, Imogen,” Nick said, the tightness in his chest that he always felt when anyone mentioned his mum having the kids gripping him. His mum still pestered him on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis about having the kids live with her. “I’ve got a nine o’clock class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays this semester, and I want to put in at least half an hour of work on the unicorn before then, so I have to run. But we’ll talk about this later.”

Imogen waved goodbye and went straight for the kids, who loved her. That was one less thing for Nick to worry about.

One less thing out of what felt like a million. He still had to prepare for the new class, even if that just meant setting out a display of all the equipment they would be using during the session. He really did want to get a few minutes of work done on the unicorn, too, once the forges were warmed up. It was so close to being done, but every time he looked at it, he saw another join that needed smoothing, a bit that needed sanding, or a minor detail that he should really add to make the whole thing shine.

And then there was Bax. He huffed out a breath thinking about Bax as he reached the forge and went through his routine to rekindle the fires and bring the whole thing up to the temperature he needed to work. He adored Bax. He couldn’t believe that he’d found so much happiness, closeness, and satisfaction with another man.

Of course he was bi. How had he not realized that before? Touching, kissing, and fucking Bax came as naturally to him andgave him just as much pleasure as being with Raina had. Sexy times with Bax were like opening a brand new box of candy that he’d always known about but had never tasted and discovering it was his new favorite thing.

He was still a little squeamish about the idea of Bax fucking him, but Bax said if he was strictly a top, that was fine. He’d had his mouth around Bax’s cock once at this point and had liked it much more than he’d thought he would. He was still a little squiffy about swallowing, but then again, he also found wiping snot off his own babies’ noses gross, so it might not have just been the whole eating cum thing.

He’d be willing to give it a try for Bax, though. There was something undeniably hot about having a guy panting and sweating with pleasure because you had them in your mouth. He needed to learn how not to choke when Bax went deep, though. Or maybe that was the whole point of?—

“Is this where the forging class is?”

Nick nearly leapt out of his skin at the question, asked by a burly young woman with her hair tied back in two ponytails. God help him if she had the ability to read minds.

Which was a ridiculous thought, but still.

“Yes, this is Introduction to Blacksmithing,” he said, forcing himself to greet the woman with a smile.

He glanced at the clock fastened to one of the beams on the side of the forge. They had fifteen minutes until the class started, but it wasn’t unusual for students to arrive early on the first day of class.

The woman came forward with a slight glitter in her eyes and held out a hand. “I’m Lauren Michaels,” she said as Nick took her hand to shake it. “I’m a friend of your sister Joann’s, actually. She told me I should take your class.”

Nick nearly groaned. Not only had his mum not given up on trying to take his babies from him, apparently she and Joann hadn’t given up on finding him a new girlfriend either.

What would they think if they’d known he’d been daydreaming about sucking Bax’s cock when their latest offering had made her appearance?

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