“An asshole?” Joker offered, helping. At leasthethought so.
Fitz chuckled. “I was going to say emotional.”
And that’s why Fitz was perfect for Jack, because next to Joker, no one knew Jack better.
“Sacha’s right,” Jack grumbled sleepily. He rolled onto his back and looked up at Fitz. “I was an asshole. I’m so sorry.”
Fitz brushed Jack’s hair away from his forehead. “Why don’t we go to bed? You can get some sleep, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Jack looked worried.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m not upset.”
“I love you,” Jack said, taking Fitz’s hand and placing it over his heart. “So much.”
“I know,” Fitz replied sweetly. “I love you too.”
Ugh, these two.“Okay, you two need to get all sappily sweet in your room.”
Jack laughed. “Wait. You just proposed, andwe’rethe ones being sappily sweet?” He snorted at Joker flipping him off. Getting up, Jack took Fitz’s hand and headed for the stairs.
“Goodnight,” Fitz said. He patted his leg. “Come on, princess.”
Duchess hopped to her paws and trotted happily after her dads.
“Night,” Joker replied as Gio returned. He wished their family a good night before sitting next to Joker.
“Well, tonight’s been quite an eventful evening,” Gio said softly, his arm around Joker’s shoulders. “I know you’re exhausted.”
Joker leaned into him, a contented sigh escaping him at the warmth and strength of the man who would soon be his husband. Joker lifted his head, his smile wide.
“Holy shit, we’re getting married.”
Gio laughed softly. He cupped Joker’s cheek and kissed him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Joker replied, returning Gio’s kiss, his heart full. Everything about marrying Gio felt right. They had built this incredible life together, and now it was time for the nextchapter of their journey to begin.All he had to do was survive the Boyfriend Collective.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning,Gio woke up to a poke in the butt, and he checked his watch. He rolled over carefully, not that it would have woken up Sacha. Last night took a lot out of his boyfriend—fiancé—and he’d been asleep well before Gio had finished in the bathroom and joined him in bed. Gio was glad that Sacha and Jack had worked things out. Two pairs of big, dark eyes stared at him expectantly.
“Your daddies are getting married,” Gio whispered. He was so ridiculously happy. “Isn’t it exciting?” He held up his left hand, showing Chip and Cookie his ring. Chip’s eyes went to the ring, then back up to Gio’s face, his expression forcing Gio to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t laugh. Unless Gio’s ring turned into breakfast, Chip didn’t give two figs.
“Breakfast is three minutes late,” Sacha grumbled, half asleep. “Shame on you. Why are you starving them?”
Gio chuckled. He rolled over and brushed his lips over Sacha’s. “Go back to sleep, love.” A brief kiss later, and Sacha was softly snoring. Gio got up and went to the bathroom, both dogs following him in case he forgot they were waiting for breakfast. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and finished his business. The two furry beasts followed him out of thebedroom, and Gio left the door slightly ajar, knowing Chip would want to nap with Sacha. He didn’t even bother changing out of his yoga pants and T-shirt before heading downstairs. Breakfast was already eight minutes late.Oh, the humanity.
Fitz, Jack and Duchess were already downstairs in the living room and looking like they were heading out.
“Leaving so early?” Gio asked as he grabbed the two dog bowls from the pup pantry and placed them on the counter beside it. Chip’s Rin Tin Tin bowl made Gio smile every time he saw it, without fail. He opened the airtight kibble container and used the measured scoop to fill their bowls. Turning, they both sat patiently waiting, eyes fixed on him. Gio placed the bowl on the floor in front of each one. “Good boys. Go.” He pointed to the bowls, and the two started eating.
“I can’t believe your dogs have their own pantry,” Fitz said, shaking his head, amused.
“I’m not,” Jack replied. “Those furry monsters are spoiled rotten.” He side-eyed Fitz. “Like another floofy-tailed individual I know.”
Fitz gasped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Besides, who’s the one who brings her a little gift every time he comes home from working out in the field?”
“Hey, I bring you little gifts too,” Jack said, kissing Fitz’s cheek and tickling him under his sweater.
