Mathlin nodded. “You know how your inner walls are rippled and pink? The bakery looks exactly like that. I’m surprised the customers haven’t commented on it yet.”
“Please don’t tell them,” Titan said. “They won’t be able to unsee it. Actually, Gav, maybe you or Crush could come over and help me take down those curtains? They really need to go.”
“They’re pink satin sheets,” Mathlin explained. “They really give Twin Buns the cheesy love tunnel vibe. Wait. Do you think love tunnels are named after the fuck holes in people’s bodies? They’re wet. You literally sit in a boat in the love tunnel; that’s how wet they are. And they’re dark inside, too. You have to feel around if you want to find anything in there.”
Titan winced. “Math, you know I lo—like your words, but... could you avoid discussing sex with my siblings? In front of me, anyway.”
Gavric snickered. “Yeah, we gotta see this.”
“We gotta bring witnesses,” Ottis added.
“Please don’t,” Titan groaned.
“Crush should visit with his new omega, really soak in those love tunnel vibes,” Gav said. “Maybe Twin Buns will inspire them to make more pups.” Cheerfully, Gav linked his arm with Ottis’, walking with him out of the cabin.
Titan groaned. “What the hell just happened?”
“We invited your siblings to visit your butt-vibes bakery,” Mathlin blurted, wincing. “Sorry? I think it’s my fault. My mouth opened and everything just fell out.”
Titan sighed. “It’s okay, I don’t blame you. But I blame Hamilton.”
“You love me,” Hamilton sang, dancing into the living room. “Twin Buns is the best it has ever been.”
“We’ll agree to disagree,” Titan said. “But enough of that. Let’s get washed up; I’d really like to change into some comfier clothes.”
After the long, painful day he’d had, he just wanted to sit down and not think about anything.
Mathlin perked up. “Oh! I’ll help. Let me set Jannie down somewhere...”
“There’s a crib in your room,” Hamilton said helpfully. “I’ve arranged for Ottis to bring your things over, and your other belongings in the Cartfalls safehouse are already here.”
Mathlin’s eyes grew round. “Oh. Thank you.”
“Thanks, Ham,” Titan said.
Hamilton gave an elaborate bow and showed Mathlin to Titan’s spare bedroom. Jannie stuck her thumb in her mouth; she watched Titan until Mathlin carried her out of sight.
Titan swallowed. Having a pup in his cabin... That was amazing and terrible at the same time. He wanted a family so much.
He hadn’t forgotten Jannie’s weight on his chest, how Jannie had calmed down when Titan rumbled. Not for the first time,Titan wished he could’ve used his arms, so he could hold Jannie close.
Maybe... Mathlin might let Jannie lie on him again tomorrow? Fuck, it was ridiculous how his heart skipped at that.
He slipped into the only bathroom in the cabin, pinching his sweatpants with his fingers. It was slow going, trying to tug them off without flexing his torn bicep. The pants inched down on his right but stayed up high on his left; he ground his hip against the bathroom counter, trying to get his waistband to catch on it.
Pants were terribly awkward when you couldn’t use your hands.
“I should just wear a kilt,” Titan muttered. “With nothing on underneath.”
At least that would solve his bathroom problems.
“The utility kilts are hot,” Mathlin blurted. “They’re heavy-duty and industrial-looking. Very alpha.” When Titan looked up, he found the omega standing in the bathroom doorway, hands clapped over his mouth. “Crap, I really need to shut up.”
Titan snorted. “I like your words. Could you help me with my pants?”
This wasn’t the first time Mathlin had helped. He had done this back at the bakery, too. Mathlin came forward and gently tugged down Titan’s pants so he could sit on the toilet—without his hands, Titan couldn’t aim, and he wasn’t going to ask Mathlin for that much help every time he had to piss.
It was just so humiliating, not being able to do these simple tasks by himself.
