Page 59 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

There was a telltale skip inhisheartbeat. Pinks frowned. “Why are you lying about the gifts?”

“Because there’s a lot of it!” Galent looked away. “I collected some things, in case I ever found a mate to court.”

“Oh.” Pinks tried to wrap his mind around that. “And... I’m good enough.”

Galent rolled his eyes. “I’ve already told you all the things I like about you. You’re more than good enough.”

Suddenly brave, Pinks said, “I think you should show me your... gifts. And let me decide if they’re acceptable.”

The giant paled a little. “Really? You want to see?”

“Well, I should know, shouldn’t I? I’m already pregnant with your baby.”

Galent straightened his shoulders. “All right. I will tell H—Will you be okay with Handsome living there?”

“We’ll see.”

Galent picked up his phone and began tapping into it. Then he set down the phone and wrapped his arms around Pinks, cuddling him.

Pinks didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep, until Zarrie’s cry woke him.

She sounded hungry. He leaped out of bed and hurried out of the bedroom, only to find her in her playpen, throwing her stuffed toys around. She smacked her lips when she saw him.

He scooped her out of the playpen and brought her over to the couch, letting her squirm around to get comfortable on his lap. Limesicart circled them, then rolled down the hall and bumped against the bathroom door.

It was too quiet. Pinks listened—and realized he couldn’t hear Galent’s heartbeat.

He clutched Zarrie against himself and leaped off the couch, looking into every single room. “Limesicart, have you seen—”

The cart had left the bathroom to follow him around. Now, it rolled straight through the bathroom door.

Pinks followed it—and heaved a sigh.

Standing in front of the toilet with his fly unzipped, was Galent. Completely gray all over.

“Well, at least now I know where you went.”

Galent looked calm, almost bored, his gaze fixed on the wall. He was holding his soft-but-rock-hard cock—it had a droplet of liquid hanging off its tip. Pinks flushed the toilet. Galent could always flush it again when he was done.

He wandered back to the couch and sang to Zarrie, waiting until she was done nursing. Then he changed her diapers and set her back in her playpen, before returning to Galent.

During the two other times Pinks had tried to undo Galent’s curse, he hadn’t gotten the chance to prod at Galent’s lower legs. So he knelt, poking his fingers between the giant’s toes. He grabbed Galent’s large feet and squeezed his legs through his pants, then grabbed his ass again to be sure. When he’d gone over every single bit of Galent’s body, Pinks squinted at the man. There were a few parts that he hadn’t been able to reach.

Surely Galent’s magic spot couldn’t be in his asscrack, or behind his balls.

Those were covered up by his rock-hard pants, so there wasn’t anything else Pinks could do.

He gave Zarrie a bath in the kitchen sink, then rooted around the almost-empty pantry for something to eat.

Two hours later, Pinks had to acknowledge the growing urgency in his lower body.

He had to use the bathroom.

And there was only one bathroom in the safehouse.

He returned to the toilet and squirmed, staring at it. “Why can’t I just need to pee? Why now?”

He whimpered and squirmed more. Surely Galent would remain a statue for the next few minutes. He wouldn’t even know a thing.

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