Page 194 of Savage Reign

“Even if it’s true?”

I laughed harder, and Silas grinned.

He kissed my cheek before rushing over to our children, playing their favorite game, Monster.

Silas started making these silly little growls that had them screaming and laughing, trying to run away. He caught our daughter when she got too close, flipping her upside down and causing her to roar in laughter.

I could feel tears welling in my eyes.

These were the kinds of sounds that never happened in the house I grew up in.

They never happened in the house my men grew up in.

But it was a common occurrence in our household, and I found myself thanking God every day for it.

“I can see why he gets along with the kids so well. He’s like a big kid himself.”

I jumped a little at the voice that came out next to me and turned to see Killian standing there.

“He’s a big kid, and you’re a big cat,” I muttered. “You need to start making noises when you move.”

I knew he heard me because he was smiling widely. Reaching for me with one strong arm, he pulled me in closer to his hard body. That was the one thing about my men. They never lost their hard physique. Hell, I caught Maverick going at it this morning in our home gym pretty hard. And I had been nothing but one big hormonal mess of need since then, unable to do anything about it since Caelan had woken up around that time, asking for me.

Perhaps Silas was right when he called our children “little cock-blockers.”

I smiled at the thought.

“What’s got you smiling to yourself like that?” Killian asked.

I shook my head, resting my cheek on his side. I was not going to repeat Silas’ words to Killian. “Nothing. I’m just happy.”

I felt him press a kiss on the top of my head. We didn’t say anything more, just watched as Silas played with the kids. At one point, they somehow managed to get water guns out.

Caelan didn’t get a gun himself. Instead, he teamed up with Aidan—our second youngest—and tried to take down Mirabelle and Kieran.

Killian suddenly tensed. I heard Silas shout in warning, but it was too late. Kieran had his gun pointed at us.

Killian pushed me back. The kids roared in laughter as Kieran got Killian's entire back wet.

Once Kieran finished, he stayed where he was, wanting to see how Killian would react.

I smiled as I took him in. Water dripped down his clothes.

“My hero,” I sighed. After all, he did take the bullet—figuratively speaking—for me.

Killian scowled. Slowly, he turned around and faced the children and Silas, who, at this point, was doing a terrible job of keeping a stern face.

He pointed at Kieran.

Our boy looked down, trying to act ashamed, but I knew better. Of all my boys, Kieran was the troublemaker.

“Give Daddy the gun,” Killian said.

Kieran slowly handed his gun over.

No one said anything. Then Killian pointed the gun at Kieran. “You better run.”

That set the kids off completely. With a scream, all four kids started to run, while Killian and Silas chased them around the backyard.

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