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Jack watched Cian go. "Is it me or did he just run?"

"He did." Finnian said.

"Do you have any other questions for Daddy?"

Jack's head tilted as he closed his eyes and his brows furrowed. "Would you kill again?"

"Yes."

"What the heck are you two talking about?" Finnian asked.

"I was asking Daddy Ronan about his past. He was going to be a reaper before becoming my guard."

Finnian nodded. "He was good at it."

Praise from Finnian felt good as it settled in the middle of my chest. The man wasn't easy to impress. He'd trained under Cian and I's mentor long before we did. He was the star pupil we'd heard about the entire time. The fact he acknowledged me filled me with a sense of pride.

"What do you two want for dinner?" Finn asked.

"Can we have nachos?" Jack asked.

"I think I have everything. I'll make a cheese sauce. Spicy or a little spicy.

Jack and I answered in unison. "Spicy."

He laughed and it filled the house with warmth. I always wanted to hear Jack this happy. I love you circled around in my head. I knew I loved Jack.

“Oh, one more question,” Jack said.

I nodded for him to go ahead and ask it.

“All those times I tried to seduce you, did you almost fold?”

I smiled, unable to stop myself. “A few times.”

Jack whooped and went to get off my lap. I stopped him before he could make it off. I wrapped my arms around him. This might bite me later, but if doing any of this taught me anything it was I had to take a chance.

“I love you.” I cupped Jack’s face and kissed him softly. “You don’t have—”

“I love you too,” Jack interrupted and kissed me back.

“Thank you.”

Jack shook his head. “Don’t thank me just never stop loving me Daddy.”

How could I? Jack glanced over to the kitchen, and I knew he was looking at Finnian cook. His journey with the others was for him to figure out. I’d loved Jack for a long time. It was only now that I’d been able to act on it. I just hoped the other two came to the same conclusion I did. Jack was the one for me and he deserved every ounce of love.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

FINNIAN

Jack ran beside me.He panted, but he didn't stop moving as we turned the corner and continued our jog. I smiled.He's trying so hard.My chest swelled with pride as I admired him. A week later and he was showing so much improvement. I’d always thought Jack was just a spoiled, lazy, soft shit, but he'd started to show me a different side of himself.

"Wait," Jack stopped, his hands propped on his knees. "I need water."

I handed over my bottle. Jack had brought his own, but he'd finished it less than halfway into our jog. He took the bottle from me, pressed it to his lips, and ended up spilling more than a little bit of it down the front of his shirt. He gasped as the icy cold water splashed on his flesh.

"Oh, sugar honey iced tea," he growled.

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