Page 42 of Hunted, Season Three

“I know I’m not your old man-”

“You’re better,” leaves me in a choked voice.

“-but you’ve always been one of myniños.And you’ll alwaysbeone.And if you needanythingortheyneed anything or my futurenietoneeds anything…I’m here for you.”He pauses to shoot a pointed finger at me.“We’rehere for you.All of us.”

“Thanks.”

“En español.”

“Gracias.”

“Good.Good.I want my first grandchild to speak it better than his uncle.”Demián extends the two wrapped, small boxes for me to put in my pocket.“Vic’s beginning to sound like Google Translate when he orders at restaurants.It’s embarrassing.”

Light chuckles are accompanied by me exiting the guest bathroom and a supportive pat on the back.

Thisis the man I hope to be like when it comes to raising a kid.

And if it comes to a point where our son has someone in his life who needs a hand or rescuing or tips for survival like I did, I’ll be right there for them.

Doing what Demián did for me.

Loud familiar moaning furrows my brow upon entering the room though seeing why immediately smooths it back.“You two serious with this shit?”I flop down on the edge of the couch space beside our woman.“How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate when it sounds like a porn shoot in here?”

“Oddly accurate,” Eva comments from behind her wineglass.

“How would you know?!”panics Garcia in horror.

Instead of answering his question, she casually gestures towards the dish being shared by the two people I’m about to propose to.“I take it you both like it?”

Kid groans even louder as he slides the fork out of his mouth.“Ma’am-”

“Ohhhh,” she instantly gags in disapproval, “pleaseeeedo not ma’am me.”Her ankles cross on a shudder.“That is how we talk to my mother-in-law.Not me.”

“She’s still alive?!”Croaks Rabbit while stabbing a piece of the cake.

“Evil never dies,” mutters Eva just loud enough for Demián to roll his eyes.

“Let’s hope that’s not true,” our woman whispers in tandem with turning towards me.“Open.” Spreading my legs apart causes her to tip her head back briefly in mirthful irritation.“Your.Mouth.”

“Ain’t my fault you weren’t specific the first time.”

Tiny giggles from the mother of my child precede me cracking it open just enough for her to slip a bite of the decadent treat inside.I immediately make the same noises they just were alongside a bliss-filled brow furrow.

“These are the sounds that got you threeintothis situation,” Val sassily states with a roll of her finger at Rabbit’s tummy.

“And the ones that will get us into it again,” I easily jab back before leaning over to wipe away vanilla frosting from the corner of Kid’s mouth.Sucking it off the tip of my thumb, sparks my boyfriend and girlfriend to both whimper and me to smirk.“And so will those.”

“Less foreplay,” the best friend sipping tequila on the other side of coffee table chortles, “more gameplay.”

“Those don’t have to be mutually exclusive,” Eva offhandedly insists.

“Mommmmmm,” whines her son, sounding more like he’s four versus forty, “commmeeee onnnn…”

“Aren’t you glad you came over for dinner?”Val giggles in tandem with grabbing the timer.

“I told you,” Demián slyly interjects, “obtendrás cena y espectáculo.”

“Dinner and a show,” Bunny and Kid snicker together.

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