Page 42 of What A Croc
Michelle looked pale and shell-shocked, and I took the seat next to her. Taking her cold hand in mine, I cradled it gently. “You know I loved Levi. More than anything in this world. And I will never forget him as long as I live. But there was a part of me that was dying inside. When I met Robert, when we discovered we were fated, it took both of us by surprise. Meeting him…I felt myself come alive again. So yes, Aiden was with my friends for those days. He was safe, well taken care of, and happy. And yes, he’s stayed with them a few hours while Robert and I have gone out. But I’m planning to tell Aiden this weekend about us.” Looking around at my family, I added, “On the plane. In private. Robert and I both agreed we want to spend more time doing things together, the three of us.”
“Robert?” Michelle asked quietly. “Aiden was telling me all about his teacher at the daycare, Mr. Robert.”
I nodded. “That’s him.”
“Oh, I got the impression he was an older omega.”
Jason snorted, “Well, we all know Jackson likes his omegas older.”
Flipping my brother off, I mouthed a silent,Fuck you. Only to catch my two dads frowning fiercely at me. “Sorry, Papa. Sorry, Dad.”
“Well,” Papa said, his hands in his lap, “this has been quite a surprise. Jackson, are you happy?”
“Very,” I told him.
“Then we can’t wait to meet him,” Papa declared, and I gave him a grateful smile.
“Please,” I pleaded with my family. “Don’t say a word to Aiden about Robert and me. This is a conversation I need to have with him alone.”
Chapter Nineteen
Robert
Jackson had texted me when he had landed, asking if I would meet him and Aiden at the Main Street Diner around six. From L.A. they had hopped on a smaller plane and flown into the small airfield that Sweet Alps housed, so that they wouldn’t be home too late in the evening.
Pulling into the parking lot, I saw an empty spot next to Jackson’s car and took it. Locking my car, I smoothed my pale blue button down. Tugging it away from my belly, I frowned. All the indulging with Jackson at dinner, drinking grown-up shakes, and eating fries, was starting to show. Not to mention all the little treats he was always bringing me from The Sweet Spot when he stopped to get coffee.
My shirt, or maybe it was my pants, felt just a bit snug. I’d need to add an extra mile on my stationary bike and order a salad or two.
Nervously, I walked up to the diner, my eyes instantly finding Jackson sitting in a booth through the wide front window of the restaurant. My heart leaped at the sight of him. He looked so handsome, as he pointed out something to Aiden on the kid’s menu in front of him.
I adored Aiden, and he was always so well behaved, but how was he going to react to Jackson and me dating? I had no idea, and my stomach was flip flopping nervously thinking about it.
Aiden looked up, and seeing me standing on the sidewalk, his face broke into a huge smile. Waving furiously at me, Jackson turned his head, catching my eyes. The smile he gave me was soft, radiant, his eyes saying so many things. That look he was giving me made me forget about everything else. My nerves, the extra pounds I was fretting about. All of it flew right out the window, as I stood and basked in the heated look that he had just for me.
Smiling at them, I made my way past the crowd waiting for an open booth or table. The smells of the diner hit me, and I got a little queasy as the scent of grease and cooking meat assaulted me. Definitely having a salad.
“Hi,” I said softly, as Jackson stood and then slid into the booth next to Aiden, leaving the side across from them empty for me.
“Hi.” There was so much in that simple word, when he said it low and husky in his deep voice. It wrapped around me, settling straight in my cock. Good thing there was a thick table to hide my bulge.
“Hi, Mr. Robert!” Aiden boomed, and Jackson bent down to whisper in his ear, “Inside voice.”
“Sorry,” Aiden whispered, “my ears are still plugged.”
“From the plane?” I asked, thanking the server when he slid a menu in front of me, along with a glass of water. Aiden nodded, picking up a red crayon, then switching it for blue. “My ears pop when I fly too.”
Aiden stared at me for a few seconds, his head cocked to the side. Then he bluntly asked, “Are you my daddy’s boyfriend?”
Shooting Jackson an anxious look, he gave me a wink and a small nod.
“I am,” I confirmed, though the term boyfriend felt super strange, given my age. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yep,” he popped the p loudly. “I like you a lot, and daddy says you make him happy.”
“Oh,” I choked, not knowing what to say to that. Seemed like Aiden and Jackson had quite a talk on the plane ride home. “He, ah, makes me happy too.”
We were interrupted by our server taking our order, and I couldn’t miss Jackson’s fierce frown when I ordered a house salad.
