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Bentley hits Medici with a glare. "I have a terrific sense of humor."
"Does yourDaddytell you that before he tucks you into bed?" Enzo drawls.
"Or maybe when he prepares your bottle in the morning?" Cyan teases.
Lazaro growls. "Don’t make fun of my baby boy’s baby brother."
"Too many babies in that sentence," Romeo groans, taking a sip of limoncello. "I zoned out two words in."
Marcello turns to Romeo. "You don't want to start with us, old man."
"Who are you calling old?" Romeo growls, setting his drink down.
Santino crosses his arms over his chest. "You’ve got another thing coming if you think you can chip into this conversation without getting hit with a verbal death blow."
Romeo slides a marshmallow on a graham cracker. "If you say so."
"When are you going to grow a pair of balls and make Dino yours?" Lazaro’s expression turns devilish—he likes teasing Romeo. "You know damn well he’s waiting for you."
Romeo clenches his fists. "I keep going back and forth on this. I’m pretty sure I decided I had to make the first move—now, I think he should again."
I palm my forehead. "DINO WANTS YOU, DUMBASS."
"Ouch." Nonna plugs her delicate ears. "You don’t have to shout."
"I need to get it through Romeo’s thick skull that Dino wants him," I groan.
God, Nonna’s a drama queen. There’s no way I was that loud.
Nonno adjusts his hearing aid. "You need to get your hearing checked. You were louder than three men three times your size combined."
"Oh," Jericho hums, turning his Daddies. "You mean Lazaro, Marcello, and Santino?"
Santino pinches Jericho’s cheeks. "Yes, baby boy. You’re so cute."
Marcello blows a raspberry kiss on Jericho’s shoulder.Btttttthbpt."Our Little baby likes contributing to the conversation. Good boy."
Jericho bounces up and down. "Yes, Daddy. I like talking."
"Using your words like a big boy," Lazaro groans, wrapping Jericho in a hug. "Someone’s growing up so quickly."
"See?" Ryder says, turning to Vincenzo. "This is what Daddy kink issupposedto be—not nonstop fucking."
Vincenzo feigns ignorance. "I don't fuck nonstop."
"That’s why people were annoyed by us, Daddy," Ryder drawls, rubbing Vincenzo’s thigh. "The first time we met, all we did was fuck. And fuck some more. People want sweetness—romance."
Vincenzo glares at Ryder. "Our love is plenty sweet."
Marcello pinches Jericho’s cheeks. "Our wittle baby is such a good talker."
Jericho blushes as he wiggles. "Yes, Daddy."
Bentley rests his head on Roman’s chest. "I’m in love with their relationship."
Roman hugs Bentley. "We can add some cuteness like that to our arrangement, too. No reason we can’t."
"Copycat," Jericho drawls, sticking his tongue out. "Make up your own thing."
