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“Oh, I like when you share,” Silas teased.
“I know.” He waggled his eyebrows, and all the boys giggled madly. They were a good bunch.
“You wanna split it all out?” Silas asked Jamie, handing him a knife.
“I’m good, thank you. You two should share, okay?”
“There’s three goodies—all three of us should share. Unless you don’t like all of them—that’s different.”
One of the boys nodded at Jamie, encouraging him.
“Okay. Yeah, I do love a cinnamon roll.”
Chuckling, Bran put his plate in front of Jamie. “So cut them all into three so we can share them between us, yeah?”
“No problem.” Jamie took the plates and carefully doled out the pastries.
Bran accepted his plate back with his three pieces and hummed. Jamie had split them about as evenly as was possible. “Thank you, boy.” He grabbed a bite of the brownie, enjoying the deep, chocolatey flavor.
The boys pulled Jamie away from the Daddies table, no doubt getting into mischief.
Bran shook his head, but he didn’t mean it—he was happy that Jamie was so quickly accepted by the boys. They really were a great bunch.
“They’ll be fine. He needs a group to educate him in trouble, doesn’t he?” Jess said.
Bran laughed. “He doesn’t want to be bad.”
“No, he does not,” Silas agreed. “Vehemently so.”
“What fun is that?”
“Trouble is grand,” someone else agreed.
“Not all boys enjoy being in trouble,” Bran noted. It was a game for boys confident in their place, in their Daddies. Jamie was far more confident than he used to be, but not enough yet toadmit they were his Daddies. So it made sense to him that their boy wasn’t interested in trouble.
Soon, perhaps, but not yet.
Every so often, there was a gasp, then a mad giggling from the boys.
They definitely could get into a lot of trouble together. There was no doubt about that.
He had to admit, he wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation at their table, his focus on Jamie and how he was doing with the other boys.
“Daddy? Can we have another round of coffee?” Chrissy asked.
“Any objections?” Jerusalem looked around at the other Daddies, and when no one had any, he nodded at Chrissy and passed over his card. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Chrissy kissed his cheek. “You rock.”
“I know.” Jerusalem gave Chrissy a wink.
Bran noticed that Jamie took the interaction in, watching closely.
“I’ll come help.” Jamie stood and went to the counter with Chrissy.
“He’s doing okay, eh?” Silas said.
He nodded at his lover. “He is. He likes the boys, and I think their friendship will be good for them.”
