Maverick made a face. “What’s happening?”
“Are they flirting? I mean, I was never good at flirting, but it might be some weird mating ritual I’m not aware of,” Holt whispered.
Wyatt leaned across Noel. “I think that they think something’s going on between us other than a friendship.”
“They are kind of gossipy.” Seth wiggled his brows. “Not that I am or anything.”
I snorted. “No, not you.”
“What, when have I ever been a gossip?” Seth gasped before he winked at me. That little shit. He made me look like the Queen of England when it came to gossip.
Noel stood up. “I’m going to bed.”
He stopped when Wyatt grabbed his hand and tugged him back onto the couch. It took all I had not to demand they tell me what their deal was. Especially when their fingers stayed laced together.
“No.” Wyatt pointed a finger at me. “Keep all your questions for a later date. All three of you.” Matthias raised his hand. “You, too, Hampton.”
Killian rolled his eyes. “Did I say anything?”
“Like we all don’t know you two got married,” Jackson blurted out. “What, Matthias told the WAGs. Maverick keeps nothing from me.” He leaned his head back as his husband ran his fingers through his auburn curls.
Killian narrowed his eyes at Matthias. “Really, babe?”
“It just slipped out, Kill. Besides, I want to be able to call you my husband. Everyone else gets that.” He pouted as Killian leaned forward to kiss him.
“Like I could stay mad at you,” he murmured. He climbed to his feet to pull his phone from his pocket. “Merry Christmas, Josie.” He started to walk out of the room.
My eyes immediately went to Matthias. “Josie?”
“She’s a friend,” he assured me. “Don’t give me that look. I trust my husband. Finally! I can say that now.” A dreamy look appeared on his face.
I leaned forward to rest my chin on CC’s head. “Who is she, though? You’re not worried that—”
“Sometimes you are the biggest troublemaker.” Killian pointed his phone at me when he stepped back into the room.
I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was kidding or if he was serious. Sometimes it was hard to tell with him.
“If I didn’t like you, Ezra, I swear...” Nope, he was pissed.
“Watch it,” CC growled.
Killian’s blue eyes flashed angrily. “Josie is a woman I met in rehab. She’s my friend. She’s married. And she’s agreed to be our surrogate.”
“Wait, seriously?” Matthias was off the couch and in Killian’s arms.
Killian cupped his face in his hands. “Babe, we’re going to be parents.” He kissed him so softly, so lovingly, that I felt like the biggest asshole in the world. When Matthias buried his face in Killian’s neck, I felt the angry glare burning from the singer’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I murmured.
He hugged Matthias closer. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure, because I was a bitch, and I love you guys.”
Killian smiled. “We love you, too. LD. Really, no hard feelings.”
“Can I call you Daddy now?” I grinned.
“Absolutely fucking not.” He growled, but when Matthias lifted his head and murmured something in his ear, a flush slipped up his neck and over his face. He turned and kissed his husband so hard, I thought he might hurt himself.
