Page 224 of Affair
Oh, that was funny.
Why?
It was true.
Just the other day, he suggested that he and Ethan get some kid clothing for Willa that wasn’tPINK. He’d said kid, and Wyler actually dropped a spatula.
The man was triggered.
“Yeah, he is a bit twitchy. He made me a sandwich the other day, and in the mustard, he wrote,‘no more kids’. Like he’s subliminally trying to talk me out of more children with Ethan.”
He laughed.
“He’s slick. Are you two thinking about more?” he asked.
Gene wasn’t sure.
That was an interesting question.
Once he married into the family, all of the kids were technically his. They shared their children across the marriages so the kids would always have enough love.
Oh, and they did.
“Honestly, I’m so smitten with Willa that I don’t feel like I need more. She’s my baby girl, and I love her to pieces. If another child comes along, I’m not saying no, but we’re not looking either.”
He understood that.
They were in the same boat.
He and Saint were good with just Emmy. She was more than enough for the two of them. Why have more when you already had perfection?
The kid was just what they needed to calm both men down, and truth be told, Raphael loved being a dad and husband. Pancake Sundays were amazing. So was cuddling on the couch and watching some silly movie.
Last week was about rainbow-colored ponies.
A dad had to do what a dad had to do.
As they pulled up to the private air strip, Raphael helped unload the presents for the family, and gave them to the flight staff to stow them. The head flight attendant efficiently packed them away, and Gene gave the man a hug.
“Thank you for letting me talk and share,” he admitted. “Now, get your ass back there and take care of Elizabeth so she gets home alive.”
Oh, he would.
This was a rough one, and Raphael knew it. Von Donore was a piece of shit who deserved to be put down. If he got the chance, he was definitely helping with that.
At that very moment, since he could hear Ivan over the com, he was hovering over Elizabeth and on her like tan on Native.
The bottom line was that he was twitchy in NOLA.
Twitchy.
As.
Fuck.
Oh, and that was for a good reason too.
“Have a safe trip,” Raphael said to Gene. “Oh, and Elizabeth left you something in the sleeping quarters on the bed. She said to tell you that she loves you and thank you for coming with her.”
