“Like you heard him when Lachlan had an issue, huh?” Logan exchanged glances with Dakota.
“Okay, stop it. Just because you two are deliriously happy, that doesn’t mean I’m all mated.”
“Sure.” Logan chuckled. “Go on. Go finish eating.”
Laramie burped like a trucker, and Bellamy peeped out a dainty “bip”, and they were able to swaddle them and put them down.
“Come on, Simon. Bryant is a pancake-making machine.”
“Yum.” Simon walked down the stairs with him. “Get them to stay, Lars. Dakota needs the help. We nearly lost him.”
Lars felt his chest seize up some. “No. We can’t have that. I’ll get them to hang out, and then I’ll call Mari and Amber, too. We can all work out a rotation.”
“Thank you, Lars. You’re amazing.”
“I’m not sure about that, but I try.”
“It smells so good.”
“Hey! How’s it going up there?” Bryant asked when they came into the kitchen.
Simon looked at the two girls, who were now in the front room with Lachlan. “It was touch and go for a bit. But they have two gorgeous baby boys.”
“Once everyone up there has had a rest, I bet we all get to meet them.” Simon looked at the pancake pan.
“There’s more batter.” Bryant dropped two more pancakes.
“Thank you. I’d like to take some up to Logan and Dakota, too.”
“There’s a stack of them in the microwave, and the bacon is in there too.”
“Thank you.” Simon beamed at Bryant. “I really appreciate it.”
“You were a little busy.”
One of Logan’s mountain lions walked by, sniffing the air, so Lars fed her a piece of bacon. Slippy had decided to stay at home. Kitty golf annoyed him a bit.
They all sat to eat, and Samuel came over with little Grant, who had awakened and demanded “cancakes”. So dear.
They felt like…well, Bryant and Lachlan felt like family. Already. It was amazing, and he wanted to crow about it, but he just kept it to himself.
He would hold this one in just for a while and treasure it. The babies were the most important thing.
His weird emotional baggage could wait.
Chapter
Eleven
Bryant woke up when someone climbed up on him and sat on his chest. He was on the sofa, the longer one, while Jake and Grant slept on the other one. Lach was upstairs with Ari and Mari.
Or at least he’d thought so. He’d thought they were upstairs, but that was a kid on his chest.
Grant stared down at him, huge eyes glimmering, little hands on his chest. “Who are you?”
“I am Bryant. My brother is the new guardian. The one with the wings.”
“I likes wings.”