Page 89 of Treasure and Tarot

“Wow. Service with a smile.” Sebastian took his hand as they went down the stairs. He hadn’t brought his cane up. He’dshored up the banisters not long after he’d moved in, and they were solid and still gorgeous, carved wood.

“Yeah. They’re good guys. We’ll have to feed them.”

“Cool. I can toss in one of those sheet-pan pancakes and some bacon.” Sebastian beamed at him. “Are we taking the door off up there?”

“I don’t know. But we need to make sure we can get out if we go in. Those kid ghosts are full of piss and vinegar.”

“They really are.”

They got downstairs about the time the guys were tromping in in their wet gear. He was so getting one of those heated boot drying mats with the super absorbent top. There were lots more folks coming in and out now.

“Sebastian. You’re looking elegant in your llama pajamas,” Iago said.

“Thanks. It goes with my goose robe.” Sebastian showed off his ensemble, and he had to grin.

“Really stylin’.” Law snickered, then held out his arms for Abby. “The floor is lava?”

She lunged at him. “Noooooo! No touchee the floor!” So dramatic through her giggles.

Sebastian chuckled, pulling out stuff to make food, so Colton got started on hot chocolate and coffee.

“So your, uh, problem?” Mason asked.

“Left town. Frustrated with the weather.”

“Good deal.” Mason winked. “We woke up ready to choose violence if they were still lingering.”

“No need.” Thank God. Oh, they would squawk about the settlement and demand to see him in person, which he wouldn’t do, though he might call just to tell them what was what.

But he never had to see them again. He had his family here.

And that was amazing.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Sebastian wandered the bottom floor, wondering if Colton would just move their bed down here for the duration of the pregnancy…

That was only like, May and June, and it was almost the end of April.

With Abby, he hadn’t had the time to be tired or swollen or “lazy” as he called it. Colton called it worn out from growing another being. LikeAliensor something. But with this baby, he had more security. More time to feel it, really. And he had Abby too. So he was pooped.

“Daddy? You sick?” Abby was sitting on the couch with her babies, watchingPaw Patrol.She studied him with her surprisingly mature gaze, checking him over, he thought.

“I forgot my tarot journal upstairs, and I just don’t want to go get it,” he told her, smiling some to make her feel better. “I’ll be okay.”

“Call Papa. He’s up there.” She went back to her show, and he laughed. They did tend to call each other if they needed something on a different floor, between Colton’s leg and his belly…

“My smart girl.” He called his husband, still thrilling at the thought that Colton was right here, living with him and Abby in his family’s house, loving him.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” Colton had run up to put together some mysterious thing in the nursery.

“Can you go to the bedroom and grab my journal? I left it—Oh!” Said journal appeared in front of him, just sort of floating in the air. “Never mind. Someone brought it to me.”

“I didn’t hear Abby come up.”

“She didn’t. Thank you to whoever got it for me.”

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