Page 49 of Stutter

I stare daggers at Mavie, the tattletale, scolding him mentally.

“Adorable,” he smirks, sending a wink my way.

“They’ll still be there when you finish eating, Little Love. You didn’t eat breakfast, you ate an apple before Jonas, and I left. You need to eat. Please. Kronos and Luci are yours. They aren’t going anywhere.”

They’re really mine.

I want to cry all over again.

“Come here, baby. I’ll feed you.” Jonas says happily, holding out his hand. A demigod wants to feed me? I sit in his lap and eat the few fries he holds out and get up when I swallow. He tugs me back down.

I lean back into his chest in frustration with an aggravated sigh and let him feed me until I only have a few fries and a quarter of my burger left. I feed it to him and Jonas’ cheek dimples when he smiles down at me. I could get lost in those eyes. Green and brown with hints of a golden sun.

“Hey, Axel called today wants to know if you’re taking me to the Holiday party Sofia is hosting.”

I shake my head.I don’t want to go.

“That’s what I told him. Plus, my mom wants us to go to the family lodge in Vermont for Christmas. Go skiing…” He swallows his food down. “All of us, by the way. Dad will be in Singapore on business until the day after Christmas. I don’t want her alone.”

Damon’s brows furrow. “She knows?”

“She kind of does but my dad doesn’t.” He lifts a heavy shoulder and lets it fall. “I thought… your parents know about all of us and they’re older than my parents, why wouldn’t my parents be cool with it? Anyway she knows it’s not just me Raven loves, and that I’m okay with it because we all take care of her. You’re with her when I can’t be because of Syndicate matters.”

“And your mother said?”

He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “She waved me off saying she grew up in the eighties. And that an orgy is the last of her concerns.” He holds back a gag, and I laugh.

Although Elena is a beautiful woman now in her late fifties. She aged gracefully and I can only imagine she was an absolute knockout in her day.

Don’t gag. Our children will grow up with three dads.I sign his way.

This makes Jonas look at me with full desire, growing hard beneath me. “Fuck, baby. You can’t say that. I’ll take you to Vegas and marry you just to put a baby in you right now. Marry me.”

I laugh. He’s so funny. I know he means it, but children can wait. I have more things to do and make sure we’re safe before I can even think about that. For now, Kronos and Luci will more than suffice.

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The wind is howling outside; every gust of ferocious wind makes unsettling noises in the house. I slip out from Jonas’ strong hold and down to the ground in a crouch, petting Kronos who lazily yawns before laying his head back down on his paws. No matter how much I tried to get him to get up on the bed, he refused.

Luckily, Jonas has no qualms about cuddling the night away. Except Jonas is a live furnace. A beautiful, hot, handsome, sexy furnace. Even when he only sleeps in his boxer briefs which I make him do otherwise I wake up sweating.

I tiptoe out of my room, down the hallway, past the guest bedroom I had personally designed to fit Maverick’s style, (although he believes it’s a guest bedroom) and slip into Damon's bedroom, happy the doors here never creak. My deranged doctorsleeps on his back, one heavy, muscular arm draped over his face, the other loosely by his side. The sheets are down and over one leg, the other sticking out because he too, runs hot when he sleeps.

I stand at the edge of his bed for a minute watching him sleep.

I fell in obsession with this man four years ago. On my good days, when there wasn’t so much fog in my brain, I tried to make him proud of me even when my words wouldn’t work. Where they’d form on my tongue, but my tongue went lax, and my vocal cords shut down so my brain would go blank.

I fell for the way he’d look at me with interest, as though every single one of my catatonic blinks and stares were infatuating. Like I held the key to all the answers in the world. Every soft touch of his, his soothing voice, all of him. He showed me a never ending kindness even in my moments of severe self-hatred.

My anchor in the turbulent sea of my mind.

It must be difficult to love me.

That’s why I don’t take every moment we’ve had since we left Lorne Wood for granted. I cherish every day like it’s our last because we never know.

I climb into his bed, feeling his soft skin and the grooves of the muscles underneath as I slip my hand and tuck it under his ribs, laying my head on his chest as his hand comes up and lands on my hip. He blinks slowly, awakening from deep slumber and his brows bunch together in concern.

“This is a nice surprise. Are you okay?”

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