CRUSH BUILDS KILLIAN A NEST
Killian blinked. “My... nest?”
Crush frowned. “Do you not need a nest?”
“I... do,” Killian said slowly. “But it’s been a while since I’ve had one.”
“Hence my question. What would you like to have in your nest?”
Before Killian could answer, Naddie came crawling up to them. Crush moved to the edge of the booth seat, helping Killian lean over so he could scoop his daughter into his arms.
“Hey, baby. What mischief have you been getting up to?” Killian cooed, nuzzling her hair. He was always so happy to have her back in his arms.
Naddie smacked her drool-covered fingers all over Killian’s face. “Wa wa goo!”
“I went out and picked some grass for her,” said Hansel from elsewhere in the cabin. “And some blueberries too. Wonder Cart kept her in one spot.”
“Thank you,” Killian said, cuddling his daughter. She promptly stuck her fingers up his nose. “Augh!”
Naddie giggled and stuffed more fingers into Killian’s nostrils. Killian tried unsuccessfully to lean away.
“You should stick your fingers into Crush’s nose,” he said instead. “He’s gonna be a dad. He should know what it’s like to have a baby.”
When Killian looked up, he found Crush watching him intently. His stomach flipped.
“Here,” Killian said quickly. “Do it to him! I bet he’ll love it.” He turned Naddie around and held her up to Crush’s face. To no one’s surprise, her fingers went into his nose.
“Ugh!” Crush winced, jerking his head back. Naddie giggled.
“Now you know!” Killian said. “This is what you have to look forward to!”
Crush snorted. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s public education.”
Crush grinned, all roguish and handsome. Then he leaned in and scrunched up his face, making a honking, snorting sound. Naddie stared at him in fascination.
Killian had trouble tearing his gaze away.
“Your mouth is open,” the alpha murmured fondly.
Killian froze. He checked his mouth. “Crap! It’s really open! I... I was catching flies with it!”
Crush laughed. Only then did Killian think about what he had said.
“Fuck my mouth,” he whined. “I shouldn’t be allowed to talk, ever.”
“I would love for you to talk all the time,” Crush said, highly amused.
Killian leaned forward, thumping his forehead against Crush’s shoulder. Things got suspiciously quiet after that.
When he looked up, he found Crush and Naddie locked in a battle of wills. They were staring at each other, neither of them looking away first.
“You won’t win that,” Killian said. “She likes looking at things.”
“Well, I like looking at her,” was Crush’s reply. “She’s adorable. Her eyes are so round.”
Killian waited. And waited.
