Page 432 of Bride of Choice
“Big,” Jeh-kal whispered. A little hand wrapped around his finger. I didn’t realize his hand was trembling until then. Jeh-kal leaned in to smell him and a soft rumble left him. “Smells like Buu, Jeh-kal, Celuk.”
“Why no one want hold baby girl Rek make?” Rek bitched on our daughter’s behalf.
“Do you think they honestly think they stand a chance of holding her anytime soon with you hogging her?” I answered for them.
“No,” Rek snapped.
“‘Xactly,” Odix quipped. “Let Rek get out him sid-stem, then we all get hold. We not dummy heads. Pfft.”
Rek rolled his eyes but smiled. That smile grew as I finished nursing, burping, changing her little cloth diaper, and handing Rek’s princess over to him, to take Darcy next and work on getting him latched on.
“Buu wants hold Princess,” Buu rumbled out softly.
Rek let out a grunt of a sound as he nuzzled the top of his daughter’s head. “Buu can hold next, then ‘Luk.”
Celuk smirk-smiled at making Rek’s list. He’d wormed his way into Rek’s heart, one stubborn bit worn down of the wall Rek put up at a time, just like he had me.
The front door was banged on once and then slammed open. “Kirch hear! Kirch hear horn!”
“In here!” Rek called back.
“Who told him about the horn?” I wondered aloud.
“Rek not do it,” Rek replied in his own defense.
“Jeh-kal not do it,” Jeh-kal rumbled out softly. Bruiser rumbled back, making Jeh-kal grin down at him like a proud papa.
“We’re going to stick with Darcy and Bruiser, aren’t we?” I muttered resignedly.
Every single one of my mates purred in the affirmative.
“Fine, then I get to name Baby’s babies whatever I want,” I told them.
“It ‘kay? Kirch come in?” Kirch asked.
“It ‘kay,” Rek assured him. He was still grinning from ear to ear, jazzed at the idea of being responsible for naming both of our sons.
Kirch came into the room, baskets overflowing dangling from his arms full of pink, frilly girly things. “Rek first baby. Kirch want make sure-” Kirch’s words stuttered to a gaping stop. “Three?” he breathed.
“A bruiser, a gentleman, and one princess,” I joked.
Kirch dumped all of the crap in his arms at his feet and rushed towards the bed. “Hoh. Kirch Grububmple three times,” he mumbled, respectfully moving in closer, knowing how overprotective a new daddy could be.
“Grububmple?” Odix’s brow pulled down.
Kirch nodded, swallowing thickly. “What my Meanie calls Kirch for Rek’s babies. She says Kirch Grandpa-brother-uncle to Rek and Jojo’s babies.”
“Okay, that’s super cute,” I murmured as Kirch struggled not to demand someone hand him a damn baby already.
“Kirch hold Rek’s prinnedcess.” Rek stood and walked her over to Kirch.
Kirch’s breath left him in a soft whoosh. “Beautiful,” he whispered, grinning as Rek carefully placed her in Kirch’s arms. “Kirch remember, think my Lottie so small.” With peepers getting a little glassy, Kirch croaked, “Look like very little Rek.”
“Kirch say Rek bootiful?” Gopher teased.
Kirch and Rek bared their teeth at him quietly. They looked so much like each other doing so that a laugh burst out of me. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, “But you two are so stinkin’ adorable,” I chortled.
Rek and Kirch eyeballed me, then each other, in confusion. Rolling their eyes at me, they quickly got back to focusing on the bit of cuteness in Kirch’s arms.