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He held the door open with one hand and took Coco’s free hand with the other, waiting for her cue to step outside. And then…then she did it.
One little foot in a camel-colored flat Saoirse had assured them were both fashionable and comfortable peeked over the threshold and then set down on the pavement.
Sometimes Ian could be a real dick. It was mostly that his lizard brain was way faster than his better instincts or Jesus fuck, his slow ass other-humans-have-feelings-that-we-definitely-care-about brain. But with kids and littles, lizard brain mostly understood it needed to take a backseat and shut the fuck up. Little kid scribbles? Better than the Mona Lisa. Baby took a step? More incredible than the world’s fastest hundred yard dash. And his little Coco taking a single step outside this bunker of protection and out into the world? So incredible he thought he might explode into a billion pieces with pride.
But A, that’d be gross and Huds really hated cleaning up his messes, and B, real traumatizing for the poor girl who was already traumatized.
Coco brought her other foot forward to join the first and then her whole self and both of them were outside. Fucking miracle. And she didn’t stop there.
A second step and then a third. A fourth and a fifth. Her slender throat worked in a swallow and he saw her chest rise with a deep inhale before she took the sixth, but she did it. And then promptly looked between them and said, “I want to go back now.”
It was possible he should’ve let her take those same six steps back to the door, let her accomplishment really sink in, but there was no fucking way that was happening because he couldn’t contain himself for a second longer.
Ian scooped her up off the ground, holding her in a giant bear hug and twirled her around to get back over the threshold of their building.
“Holy fuck, sweetheart! You’re amazing, incredible, sensational, awesome, marvelous, astonishing—”
“Papa, did you eat a thesaurus for breakfast today?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Dictionaries are way tastier.”
He planted a big smacking kiss on her cheek before setting her feet down but not letting her go.
“I am so, so proud of you. That was a really big deal and you just fucking did it.”
Then Hudson was there, making a Coco sandwich, their babygirl so small and soft in between them. Huds kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. Around them.
“You are so brave, teapot. And I think you deserve a big reward.”
Coco’s eyes went wide and her lips parted at Hudson’s sensual tone, and Ian’s cock started to thicken as it received the message.
“I think so too,” he agreed, smiling down at his sweetheart’s increasingly flushed cheeks. “Would you like that, little girl? A treat from your daddy and your papa?”
“Yes, please,” she breathed, already starting to wiggle between them.
* * *
Hudson
After they had thoroughly debauched their little girl, Hudson had her all to himself. He loved the time he and Cosy and Ian spent together, but it was nice sometimes to be just the two of them. Quieter than when his bonkers partner was bouncing off the walls.
Ian was taking a shower and then going to do some work and make some calls, and he would sit here with Cosy in their room, him leaning up against the padded headboard with his knees propped up, his little teapot nestled in the cradle of his lap, resting against his thighs with her legs crossed over his belly. She fit there so perfectly, so snug in the soft blanket he’d wrapped her in, cuddling Hopscotch. Cosy had a lot of stuffies now but the bunny still seemed to be her favorite which made his heart glow.
She was glowing too, in the aftermath of their sex. Ian had taken her from behind, raining spanks down on her backside while he fucked her roughly, and Cosy had had Hudson’s dick in her mouth, his hands tangled in the short strands of her hair and pulling at her scalp.
He hadn’t even had to fuck her face—the motion of Ian’s pumping hips had done it for him and it had been hot as fuck to look down and see her swallowing him, and then look up to see Ian’s lean form working behind her, hear the slaps of his hands on her flesh.
How would it be if they could coax Ryker into joining them? Maybe they never would even if their partner did come around and realize he already loved their little girl.
Yeah, Ryker fucked—didn’t have any trouble finding bed partners though he didn’t take them nearly as often as he played at the club—but he’d never seemed a big one for group sex which Ian was down for almost always, and Hudson himself enjoyed with certain partners. Hell, he and Ian had fucked Sabes with Jethro as a sort of honeymoon and that had been fantastic.
Cosy seemed to revel in the attention but perhaps the two of them were enough. God knew Ian could be enough to handle all on his own. Well, okay, Hudson knew that from having pounded his friend into a mattress or six.
When he looked up at Cosy, he didn’t seem to be the only one whose mind had wandered, although from the slight furrow of her brow, his daydreams were more pleasant. But maybe she was also trying to work out more logistics for multiple partners. Maybe they should write a book…
“Hey, teapot. What’s going on in that busy brain of yours?”
She blinked up at him and his heart dropped. His babygirl looked sad. The thing was, he knew even if they took the best care of her, spoiled her rotten, indulged her every whim, and were the best daddies in the whole world, she wouldn’t always be happy. Didn’t mean they had done anything wrong or could’ve done anything better. But it also didn’t mean he had to like it.
