Page 42 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“I have Tyson,” she says quickly, and Tandi looks back at me.
“Nope, the man-beast standing in the door can watch him, now get up. Let’s go find Azalea. Time to let loose.” Abbie’s eyes go to me, and my shoulders drop, but I see the ghost of a smile grace her face. She loves Tandi, loves her confidence and no fucks given attitude. I hope she doesn’t rub off on her too much.
“Go!” I tell her and Tandi yanks her out of bed, hurrying her to the door.
They take off, and Damian glares at me.
“What the fuck!” he says, glancing down at Hunter in his arms. The boy begins to wake, and he rocks him.
“You’re letting them just leave?”
“It’s fine, I will make one of the guards watch them,” I tell him before mind-linking Liam and tasking him with the job.
Damian growls and I sigh. “Coffee?” I ask him. His shoulders slump. “Yeah fine,” he says moving toward my room and I believe half the reason is that he has no idea what the fuck to do with the kid in his arms.
Damian follows me into my room, still grumbling about Tandi storming off. He looks absolutely pissed, but that’s not what has me holding back a laugh. No, it’s the tiny, sleeping bundle in his arms.
Damian, Beta of the Kingdom, a man who could cut a rogue in half without breaking a sweat, was holding a baby like it was an explosive device that could detonate at any moment.
Hunter shifts slightly in his arms, letting out a soft breath, and Damian freezes. His entire body locks up like he’s expecting the kid to wake up and start throwing punches.
“I don’t think he’ll wake if he didn’t out there with you trying to contain your mate,” I say, raising an eyebrow as I pour coffee into two mugs.
Damian glares at me but doesn’t move, standing completely still like movement will somehow trigger an alarm in the child’s brain.
I shake my head, smirking as I hand him a mug of coffee. He somehow takes it while cradling Hunter like a grenade with the pin half-out.
“You sure you don’t want me to hold him while you drink that?” I offer, enjoying his suffering.
Damian scoffs, shifting the kid slightly in his arms, but then Hunter stirs.
Damian freezes again.
We both stare at the tiny human like we just spotted a wild animal that might attack at any moment.
And then, it happens. The baby’s face scrunches up and turns red before he lets loose with the wettest-sounding fart making me wonder if it was Damian who shit himself because no way something that small made that sound. Damian peers down at Hunter when I am hit with the instant stench of it.
The god-awful, soul-destroying smell.
Damian stiffens, nostrils flaring. “No.”
I slowly sip my coffee, eyes locked on him over the cup's rim. I snicker at the look of pure horror on his face. “Oh, yeah. That’s definitely what you think it is,” I say, suppressing a grin.
Damian gags. He actually gags.
“Take him,” he orders, shoving Hunter toward me.
I step back, holding up my free hand. “Nope. Not my kid!”
“Gannon.”
“Damian,” I reply, shaking my head.
“You’re good with kids! You have Tyson! You do it!”
I grin at him. “Yeah, but Tyson’s potty trained now. Hunter? Not so much. And you are his mother’s mate. That makes you Daddy Daycare.”
Damian looks at me then actually looks around the room, as if expecting Tandi to appear and save him from his fate.
