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“All righty then.” Zion beamed at him, and he leaned in hard.
“Well, Mr. Stud, I think we’re ready for Thanksgiving and marriages and everything.” A weight had fallen off his shoulders with this being settled.
Zion nodded, chin on his shoulder. “Yeah, my folks will be here tomorrow. Your folks are coming in the day after, and then it’s Thanksgiving. It’s going to be perfect.”
“Well. It may not be perfect, but it’s definitely going to be ours.” That made them both chuckle.
“Hey, we’ve got turkey. No fish. All of the things for the totality of the parental units to make plenty of the whatever they want. My dad is prepared to make pie. We’re both going to look perfectly handsome for our wedding.”
“Our wedding in the fanciest house ever.” That still kind of blew his mind a little bit that Charlie and Kaleb had insisted on having the wedding at their mansion.
Charlie’s house was all decorated in harvest themes right now—cornucopias and pumpkins. They were going to add sunflowers and mums to decorate the foyer area where they were going to have the ceremony. Zion was going to wear black, and Nathan was going to wear a creamy tan, and it was going to be beautiful.
“Are you looking forward to seeing your parents?” Nathan asked.
“I am. I’m looking forward to this whole holiday season—the Christmas stroll? I’m so in. It’s going to be rad.”
Nathan chuckled at the look of pure excitement on his lover’s face. “Yeah, we may or may not have a baby by then.”
“Well, if we do, then she’ll be all wrapped up tight, and if we don’t, then she’ll be wrapped up even tighter. Because by then, that belly of yours, is going to be like snug.”
“Shut up.” He bumped Zion with said belly, and that made Rachel twist and kick at her father.
Privately, he just hoped that, no matter when the baby came, Zion was actually in town and not out having to do a signing or exhibition or something. The snowboard season was starting—had started—and Zion had responsibilities, prior engagements, and the snowboard design business starting up.
“You’re worrying again.”
Nathan shrugged. “I do that.”
“Let’s stop it. It’s not going to do anyone any good. Focus on the good stuff. It’s going to be the greatest Thanksgiving ever.” Zion tilted his head. “I don’t suppose you recorded that call?”
Nathan blinked at him, the change of subject making him work to catch up. “Recorded it?”
“Yeah, it would be nice to have gotten him saying that he wasn’t the baby’s father.”
“Zion, I’m pregnant, not stupid. Of course I recorded it.” He had the total dickhead insisting that Rachel wasn’t his baby and there was no way it could be Don’s. It was exactly what he needed.
It was perfect.
“Oh, my brilliant man. I do adore you.”
He blew on his knuckles. “What can I say? I’m super-Nathan.”
“My superhero omega. His kryptonite is fish, but he’s stunning.” Zion stroked his hair back off his face.
“I try.” He felt…settled. Happy. Don and his drama could jump off the proverbial cliff.
And he would swear he heard a couple of giggles that seemed to agree wholeheartedly with him.
Chapter
Twelve
Zion couldn’t really believe that he was sitting in the house that he owned with their moms and dads all just hanging in the living room while Nathan was upstairs tossing nervous cookies.
The four of them were staring at him like they were expecting him to make conversation. He didn’t quite know what to say.
His folks had seen the house.
