Page 98 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

“We’re like a regular family,” Telos quipped.

Only to have Mav’s eyes widen. “You want to have a family with me?”

Telos rolled his eyes and petted his belly. “We’re already a family, Mavvie Chicken.”

Mav growled. Then he stalked closer and hauled Telos in by his ass, kissing him soundly on the lips.

“We’re in the middle of a grocery store,” Telos protested weakly.

“I don’t care.” Mav lifted him off his feet so his mouth was next to Telos’ abdomen. He began biting at Telos’ shirt.

“Mav,” Telos hissed, his face burning.

Mav yanked Telos’ shirt free from his waistband. Then he nosed into Telos’ sweatpants and pressed a kiss to his belly. “Hey,” Mav said against his skin. “I’m your Papa. Sorry I haven’t talked toyou before. Your dad, sis and I are in the middle of a shopping trip, and I just wanted to say hi.”

Telos’ insides turned into mush. Mav was really doing this. With him. In public.

He ran his fingers through Mav’s hair, not caring that people were staring at them now. “This is like a—a declaration.”

Mav grinned up at him. “Yeah? You did just say we’re a family.”

Telos also meant theotherkind of declaration, but he didn’t want to jinx himself. “Let’s pay for the food and go home.”

“Sure.” Mav lowered him—not quite to his feet. Instead, he latched onto Telos’ nipple through his shirt, and sucked lightly.

“Fuck,” Telos hissed. He was producing milk now. Estie fed from him every day, and sometimes, Mav tried to suck on one nipple until Telos ran dry. He got his hair pulled as a result, but neither of them truly minded.

“When I finally have you in my lair...” Mav’s gaze darkened.

“Are you going to breed me there?”

“Yes.”

Telos blushed and elbowed him. “Hilly-Billy is probably done with my overnight bag.”

“It better be enough for a week.”

“Knowing him, it probably is.”

“Good.” Mav set Telos down and herded him to the checkout stands.

By the time they were back in the penthouse, the carts were bumping against their legs, all of them terribly excited.

“We should name them,” Telos said brightly.

Warily, Mav asked, “Name them what?”

“Ass, Dick, and Butthole.”

Mav dragged his hand down his face. “No.”

“Why not?”

“You want to shout that in front of the kids?”

Telos blew a raspberry. “Spoilsport.”

“What about Dickens?”

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