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Lazaro falls back right next to me—and I squeal as I soar high, flying through the air.
I feel like Neil Armstrong—no gravity.
Hitting my head on the net, I flail my arms in the air as I fall back to the bouncy floor. "That was amazing."
Lazaro catches me in his firm, strong arms. "I’m here for you, baby boy. I’ll never let you go."
"Hey." Cyan sticks his chin up. "What’s a Daddy doing in the bouncy house?"
I squeeze Lazaro’s hand tight.Time to come out of the closet."Lazaro is a Little Daddy. He likes bouncing as much as me."
Cyan presses his hand to his heart. "I love it."
"That’s amazing," Ryder coos.
Lazaro kisses my neck. "Let’s keep bouncing, baby boy."
We have the best time of our lives all afternoon. We go higher and higher, not stopping for anyone.
When it’s time for cake, we hurry to grab our slices—then go right back to the bouncy house.
I stare at my friends, each one of them lost in the passionate exuberance of sheer Little bliss. How did I get so lucky to meet these men? The Lucianos are amazing.
Accepting. Safe. Sweet. Those are the words that describe them.
Thank God I’m their boy.
When we finish bouncing, Faro comes up to me. "Do you want to go on a boating trip with me and Giosuè tomorrow?"
My jaw drops. "With our Daddies?"
Faro shakes his head. "Nope. We’re going to a secret island nearby to catch crabs for our Daddies—as a surprise for dinner."
Well—I’ve never gone crab-catching. What a fun idea.
I nod eagerly. "That sounds great."
Giosuè nudges my ribs. "We’ll wake up before dawn. We’ll only be gone for an hour—back in plenty of time to enjoy Nonna’scornetti."
I rub my belly. I can’t wait.
ChapterSeventeen
JERICHO
"All aboard the crab catcher!" Giosuè toots the boat’s horn.
Faro presses his index finger to his lips. "Hush. You’ll wake our Daddies."
I take a look at the glistening Mediterranean. The sun is just about to rise, and it’s already bathing the water in hues of purple and pink. The few clouds in the sky are drifting apart, and soon we’ll have a totally clear sky.
Damn. This issopretty.
Giosuè glares at Faro. "Boy, if you don't stop."
"I’m serious." Faro picks up a crab net. "Our voices travel more than you think."
"Are you calling me loooooud?" Giosuè drawls, pulling out a pair of sunglasses and sliding them over his hair.
