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“Kylan told you?” Nolan asked.

“A little,” I replied. “He told us who Benji is, not much else. Never been gladder to be in property law, let me tell you.”

Nolan’s eyes drew over to the boys. He was watching Benji with such fondness, such turmoil.

“He’ll be okay,” Dominic murmured. “He’ll get through this. You both will. As long as Benji has Fitch and Ky in his life, he’ll be fine.”

It was so true.

“Kylan needs them too,” I said quietly.

Nolan conceded a nod. “Yeah, I know. I just... I’m worried for him. He has to face his father, and that won’t be easy.”

Jesus.

Dominic gave Nolan a clap on the arm. “No, it won’t be. But you know what? Justice will prevail. It has to. That case is watertight, and that’s all thanks to the bravery of Benji. He’s got you, and he’s got those two boys.” Then he looked at the three boys with nothing but love. “We might have money and power, and we can pretend to be in charge of them, but those three boys are so much stronger than us. Pure grit and determination. They’ll be fine.”

They spoke a little of the court case after that, but conversation moved to other things. Dinner was great, the company, the mood.

But the best part for me was watching Kylan.

Watching him laugh, watching him chatter and be so animated.

Be so happy.

And at the end of the evening when Dominic suggested we do it all again soon, I readily agreed.

It didn’t help that a sleepy Fitch was curled up on hislap at the dining table, with his head in the crook of Dominic’s neck. I wasn’t sure if he was actually tired or just pretending to be so we’d all leave, but either way, it worked.

Nolan and Benji left at the same time, and the way the three boys hugged really tugged at my heart strings.

Kylan was quiet on the way home. I kept an eye on him in the rear-vision mirror. He was frowning out the window. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” I asked.

His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Yes, daddy. I’m fine.”

Hmm.

He was in boy mode, and it didn’t appear outwardly sexual. More that he needed reassurance and comfort.

“You’re worried about Benji?”

His eyes flinched and he nodded. “Yes.”

Marek turned in his seat so he could see him. “Did you want to sleep in our bed tonight?”

Kylan nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you, daddy.” He smiled then. “In the middle of you is my favourite place.”

Marek chuckled. “It’s my favourite place for you to be too.”

Kylan sighed, but then he squirmed, talking to Marek. “Actually, my very favourite place is when you hold me tight while daddy fucks me hard. That’s my favouritest place.”

Jesus.

“Can we do that when we get home?” Kylan asked, his eyes on mine in the rear-vision mirror. “Please, daddy? Pretty, pretty please?”

Fucking hell.

“Of course, baby doll,” I said, voice low and rough. I was going to last all of twenty seconds at this rate. I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the ache, the draw down in my balls.

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