Page 66 of The Kingpin's Omega Lover
“Well, there’s definitely a shift in emotion when you finally, truly feel safe somewhere. Intellectually, I knew the penthouse was safe, but there was always this undercurrent of danger by being in the city. Now that we’re out, now that all that in behind us…I’m at peace.”
King lifted Malori’s hand so he could kiss his knuckles. “I understand. This is the most at peace I’ve felt in my entire life. The most like I can breathe. I mean, I’m still scared of royally fucking up our kid, but you know?”
“I know. Pretty sure every parent fears fucking up their kid.”
Kensley nodded vigorously from the other side of the table. Bishop smiled and snagged another piece of bacon from the almost-empty platter.
“We’re all going to make mistakes,” Kensley said. “That’s part of being human. But you know what we’ve got? Family. And plenty of love to go around. Our kids will never know a day when they are not surrounded by love.”
“Amen,” Malori replied. “They might get a little bored sometimes, between tending the gardens, the orchard, and swimming for hours on end.”
“Hey, they’re going to have school when they’re old enough. They’ll be educated, so they can be anything they want to in life. Rook, Thorn, your new one coming, all of them. Because they deserve the whole world and more.”
“Yes, they do.” Malori smiled at his best friend on earth.
A year ago, Malori had been ready to lay down and die. Now, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to protect the people in this house. His family. His whole world.
The world wasn’t always a happy place. They would face adversity, but they would do it together, a united front against all enemies. They would fight for their loved ones, their safety, and their home. Lovers to their spouses; parents to their children; omega men in a world that saw no value in them.
But Malori and Kensley had proved the world wrong, and they would continue to do so. And even if the world never changed its mind, they would have done their part. They would have raised loving, accepting, tolerant children who saw past a person’s reproductive system, and into the depth of their character, their generosity, and their soul.
Their children, and every future generation, deserved nothing less.
