Page 45 of Mated To The King's Gamma
Hunter giggles.
Damian sets him down on the floor, sitting him up. “Fine but you better crawl this time.”
Hunter sits there, blinking.
Damian watches him. “Go on. Crawl.”
Hunter immediately flops onto his belly like a drunk man passing out after a tavern fight.
I wheeze. “Yeah, dude. That’s crawling.”
Damian stares at him like he just witnessed a personal betrayal. “That was not crawling.”
Tyson toddles over, watching Hunter intently before plopping down next to him. He pats Hunter’s back like he is trying to encourage him.
Damian groans, rubbing a hand down his face. “Goddess, help me.”
“You’re actually doing great,” I tell him, and I mean it. “Tandi and Hunter are lucky to have you.”
He snorts. “I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing.”
“You don’t have to,” I tell him, watching as Hunter lets out a tiny yawn. “You just figure it out as you go.”
Damian sighs, gazing down at Hunter, and for a second, he softens.
“He’s… kinda cute,” he admits.
I smirk. “Yeah. Especially when he’s not shitting himself.”
Damian glares at me, but there’s actual warmth in his eyes now. I see it—the way he’s already attached to the kid. He just doesn’t want to admit it.
The same way I am to Tyson.
He’s going to be a great father.
If he survives the diapers.
“Who is watching them? I will mindlink them to tell them to try to hurry the girls along, I’m tired.”
“Dustin and Liam are watching the girls; they are fine. Just go to bed if you’re tired. They’ll make sure they get back to their rooms alright.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I regret everything.
Damian stiffens. His entire body goes still.
I realize my mistake a second too late.
“What,” Damian says, his voice dangerously calm.
I clear my throat. “Uh…”
He sets his coffee down very slowly.
“Liam is watching them?”
“Yeah… but I mean, he’s just?—”
Damian stands so fast that he nearly topples over the coffee table.
