Page 359 of Sticks and Stones
When he lifted his head, Gene smiled.
“We’d make some gorgeous kids. The eyelashes on you…but goddamn it, you’re pretty.”
He laughed.
“God help the woman that has to birth any of our children. Her poor uterus. We’re not small men, Gene.”
No, they weren’t.
Still, Gene was amused.
“Better?” he asked.
Ethan nodded.
“Calamity avoided.”
Because he loved this man, he tried to cheer him up with the one thing he knew would work.
Lechery.
“I mean if you want to get a room we can start trying to get pregnant. I don’t mind practicing. You’re the pretty one. You play the woman.”
It made him laugh.
Yeah, he was better.
“Thank you, Gene,” he said.
Oh, well, the pleasure was his.
Holding out his hand, Ethan took it, and didn’t care that kids were watching them.
“Want to get a cat?” Gene asked.
Ethan laughed.
“What have I started?” he asked.
Gene squeezed his hand.
“No, seriously. We can go adopt one, and have a cat together. They are vicious, do what they want, and ignore you. It’s like a teenager but it shits in a box. We can skip the baby era and go right to the‘I hate everything about you’era.”
Blackhawk didn’t hate the idea. Watching Gene with a cat would be fun.
“After we go toPuerto Rico. We can go get a cat,” he said. “But you’re on litterbox duty,” he added. “I’ll buy the ungrateful feline food, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t starve.”
Gene grinned.
God.
That was so normal.
Yeah, they were a family.
When they got to their car, they got in, and this time, Ethan was letting Gene drive. The weather was changing, and he wanted to think about what they’d learned so they could make their next step.
It was time to stop thinking about their relationship, and focus on how three college students came across a predator.
