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When we get to my place, we find the boys sprawled out in the living room in various states of little mindset. There are snacks and games everywhere, as if they bounced from thing to thing before settling about the space.

“What is going on here?” I ask my boy.

He looks over at me from his upside-down position on the couch. “Daddy! We were playing.”

“I see that. Why so many different games?”

“Because we couldn’t choose,” Finn answers for him. “It’s been hard trying to pick.”

My best friend scoops up his boy and sits in his place as he peppers him with kisses. “Daddy is sorry he wasn’t here to help you decide, little one.”

“It’s ok! This works too.” The pair snuggles closer somehow, their bodies melding into one as they ignore the rest of us.

Glancing around, I spot the others doing much the same. When I look back at my boy, he’s got a shy look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Amorcito?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “Nothing. I just… I wanna have a sleepover.”

“A sleepover?”

“Yes, Daddy. With my friends. To be little.”

The room seems to go quiet as he waits for my answer. I’m not sure if I’m imagining it, or if the other boys are somehow in on this ruse.

After a long moment, I nod slowly. “Sure thing. Let’s have a sleepover.”

Cheers ring out as the boys who’d been acting all tired a moment ago form a conga line and dance around the living room. Us Daddies watch with amused expressions.

Who cares if they tricked us all?

They wouldn’t be our boys if they didn’t get into some trouble every now and then. We love them just the same.

CHAPTER30

Rodney

Things have been a bit tense since the fall. Andry and Aries ganged up on me, demanding I rest as much as possible. They even go so far as to email my professors to get my assignments so I can take a few days off.

It’s nearly a week later before I’m back on campus. Even then, it’s a battle to go alone since my boyfriend is now trying to take on the role of bodyguard as well.

I shake my head and smile as I make my way toward the quad. It’s the best way to cut through to get to my next class. This time of day will be packed full of other students, but it’ll be worth it if it means I don’t have to add ten minutes to my journey.

Despite my face being a mottled mess of bruises, I don’t attract too many looks. For the first time since we started the social media blitz, I’m invisible again.

It’s kind of nice.

But at the same time, this is really fucking odd. Something is up. I’m just not sure what it is.

Halfway across the quad, I get my answer.

Five guys approach me.And no, I don’t mean the fast-food place.

I recognize them all as the group who follows Liam around. My eyes search for him in the people moving around us, but I don’t spot him. It’s odd to see them without him though.

“Hey, Rodney,” one of them says.

“Um, hey?”

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