Page 49 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

“You could just be a single dad.”

Mav was still not looking at Telos.

“Oh,” Telos said with sudden clarity. “You’re also a hopeless romantic, and you want your genes to mix with your One True Love’s so you can have the greatest love child of all time.”

Mav shrugged again, but he glanced at Estie wriggling in Telos’ arms.

“Hey,” Telos said, straightening his shoulders. “She might not have come from my One True Love, but she’s still my daughter.”

“Who’s your—” Mav cut himself off. “Never mind.”

Telos raised his eyebrow. If that question had anything to do withhisOne True Love, he wasn’t answering it. “Anyway, she needs to be fed again.”

He let her have his nipple in the meantime.

To Telos’ surprise, there was a small, rushing sensation in his chest. Then clear fluid leaked out ofbothhis nipples, and he almost dropped Estie. “What the fuck?”

Estie suckled happily from him. Telos hurriedly pulled her off and stared at his wet nipples, horrified.

Mav sat upright, his eyes sharpening.

No, Telos’ nipples had not stopped dripping at all. Anxiety bunched in his stomach.

“This is what the internet warns you about all the time. I think I might have fallen gravely ill. I need to see a doctor.” Telos swayed on his feet, his ears ringing. He’d only just found Estie. He couldn’t fall sick and leave her all alone in this world.

Not that she would be alone because she’d still have all of Telos’ butler brothers, but... He wanted to be her dad for a long time, damn it! Why was life so unfair?

“Hey.” Mav was suddenly in front of him. He gripped Telos’ shoulders. “Telos. Hey.”

Telos looked blearily at him.

“Don’t panic yet.” Mav lifted a finger and touched it to Telos’ nipple, before putting it in his mouth.

Telos gaped. “Y-you just sucked off my sick juices.”

Mav made a face. “Don’t call it that. It tastes like colostrum.”

“Colostrum? The thing omegas make before breast milk?”

“Yes.”

“How do you even know whatthattastes like?!”

Mav gave him a flat look. “We’re both over three hundred years old. How doyounot know what it tastes like?”

“I don’t just go walking up to every omega asking to taste their milk!”

Mav shrugged. “I was curious enough to ask a few. For actual research.”

Telos stared at his own nipples for a long time. Then he looked back up at Mav. “I’m really not sick?”

“Doesn’t seem like it.” Mav’s gaze intensified. “Here, taste it for yourself.”

He brushed that same finger over Telos’ wet nipple, and pushed it between Telos’ lips.

Telos stared in shock. Mav’s finger was in his mouth. Mav’s finger, with Mav’s saliva, was on his tongue. And Mav was watching him, not looking away. “This is fucking strange.”

“Do you taste it?” Mav asked, patiently.

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