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“Sir,” Kaz responded, the hand on Miles’s back sliding down and making him clear his throat as he tried to keep a blush from reddening his cheeks.
“Don’t start,” Pop said, stern gaze moving between Dad and Kaz until he settled on Kaz, a smile tilting his lips up. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please,” Kaz responded, that hand dangerously low now. He wished he could be mad, but he loved Kaz staking his claim.
Dad grabbed two plates from Pop and held them toward Kaz with narrowed eyes. Kaz pulled his hand from Miles’s back, the movement hesitant as if he didn’t want to let go.
Kaz and Dad headed into the dining room together, and he knew he was smiling when Pop raised his brows at him. He stepped closer, keeping his voice low as he asked, “You’ve told Dad he can’t kill him, right?”
Pop huffed out a laugh and said, “You think that would stop him?”
A groan pushed past Miles’s lips, and he leaned back against the counter, his eyes tracking Kaz and his father as they placed the plates on the table. Kaz looked up, catching Miles’s gaze, and then that fucking smirk found Kaz’s lips. He shook his head at Kaz, and this time, he couldn’t keep the heat from finding his cheeks.
He turned, only to blush harder when he found Pop smiling at him, a knowing look in those keen brown eyes.
“He looks at you the way your dad looks at me,” Pop said, keeping his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped closer. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
Miles wrapped his arms around him, dropping his forehead against Pop’s shoulder.
“Let’s hope he survives,” he muttered.
“I have a feeling he’ll do just fine.”
He pulled back to follow Pop’s line of sight. Kaz was leaning against the table, one ankle crossed over the other as he spoke to Dad, a smile gracing his lips.
“They’ve found common ground,” Pop said.
“What?”
Pop’s lips spread in a smile full of love and devotion, his eyes shining as he said, “Loving you.”
Miles’s heart skipped a beat.
“Oh.”
Pop grabbed the steaming mugs of coffee, and Miles followed him to the dining table, his gaze shooting between the three men he loved the most. He walked to Kaz, a smile tugging at his lips when an arm wrapped around his waist, tugging him close.
“I hope he didn’t threaten you,” Miles said, narrowing his eyes at his father, who blinked innocently back at him. Yeah. He wasn’t buying that for a second.
“Oh, he did,” Kaz said, his smile clear in his voice. “I’d be disappointed if he hadn’t.”
“Possessive assholes, both of you,” Miles said under his breath.
Kaz’s huff of laughter settled his nerves instantly.
He rolled his eyes and blew out a breath, then said, “Let’s get this over with.”
Breakfast went well despite Dad grilling Kaz, who answered all his questions honestly, keeping his hand on Miles’s thigh under the table the whole time. Throughout the meal, Pop’s happiness was infectious, and it seemed to settle Dad, who relaxed back in his chair, his arm resting on the back of Pop’s chair. He never thought he’d get to experience this, and despite Pop’s delight in threatening to show Kaz pictures he’d prefer had been burned, he was enjoying it.
Pop made Kaz and Dad clean up after them, and from the look Dad gave Pop, he was going to pay for it later. He just hoped they were gone by that time.
“Ready to go home?”
He looked up, a smile spreading on his face at Kaz’s outstretched hand. He took it with a fluttering heart and let Kaz pull him to his feet. Home. That’s what Kaz was to him. That’s what he hoped Kaz would always be to him.
He grinned when Kaz stole a quick kiss before tugging him toward the front door, his fathers following them. He thought he heard Dad mumble something under his breath before he grunted, likely from Pop’s elbow in his gut.
They put on their jackets and boots in the hallway, and he definitely noticed the heated look in Kaz’s eyes when he noticed exactly which jacket he was wearing. Even with how mad he’d been at Kaz, he hadn’t been able to leave the leather jacket behind. He knew Kaz’s smell was long gone from it, but he still imagined it was there, and wearing it over the years had brought him comfort whenever he needed it.
