“What the fuck is the matter with Steel?” asked Colton as he and Ian walked up to Cody and Dylon.
“I don’t know,” said Cody. “I just said it would probably be better if Jackson saw Ian about the problems he’s having with his balls. No offense, bro, but I just wouldn’t feel right having you play with my balls.”
“Eww, no offense taken. Although, I wouldn’t be very happy with my mate playing with yours or Jackson’s balls,” Colton said, then adding after he heard Ian’s growl, “unless it was medically necessary, of course.”
Carson overheard Colton’s last comment as he came in from the laundry room and asked, “What is wrong with Jackson’s balls? Or Cody’s for that matter? Oh my god, is this a triplet thing? Are my balls going to fall off?”
“Who said anything about your balls falling off? What the fuck is going on with everyone’s balls?” Colton asked.
“Holy fucking shit! What the fuck is the matter now?” Zane asked, coming in from the kitchen. “Dakota sent meto tell you breakfast is ready, and I find out someone has a ball problem? Who?”
“Jackson!” said Cody, Carson, Colton, Ian, and Dylon in unison.
Zane looked at Jackson who had a deep red face as he was trying to control his laughter. “What the fuck is the matter with your balls? Does Steel know?”
Swatting at Steel’s chest, Jackson said, “Stop it, you win. Bollocks is out.” Rising with Daniel, Jackson looked at his brothers and their mates, said, “This conversation is over. There is nothing wrong with my balls. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m taking my son and we are going into breakfast.”
“If there’s nothing wrong with your balls, why did you say there was? You know, bro, you shouldn’t say stuff like that to me. Do you want me to get a complex or something?” asked Zane.
Ignoring everyone, Jackson strode to the breakfast table and sat down with Daniel. How the hell a simple question led to that conversation, he would never know. Smiling to himself, he picked up Daniel’s bottle Dakota had set at his place and began to feed his son.
Back in the great room, the brothers looked at each other before staring at Steel who was grinning like a loon after finally being able to stop his laughter. Getting up, he said “Best to forget this conversation entirely everyone. If I try to explain it…no, just leave it as it is. Let’s go and join my mate,” and he left to follow Jackson to the breakfast table.
Exchanging glances once more, Cody said, “You heard the man. Let’s eat.”
Just then Logan joined them and said, “Sorry I’m late, my ball fell off my drafting table and it took me a while to find it.”
Six faces looked at each other and burst out laughing while Logan stared in confusion, not understanding why what he said was so funny. Deciding to ignore them, he walked around them on his way to the breakfast table. Sitting down, he asked his brother, “What the fuck is going on in there? All I said is one of my balls fell off my table and it took some time to find it.” After seeing Jackson’s face, he said, “You know, my stress reliever balls. The ones I squeeze when I’m tense?”
Steel quickly stood up and bolted from the room, joining the group still laughing in the great room where he proceeded to tell them what Logan said, between bouts of laughter.
Logan looked closely at his brother and saw Jackson shaking. Realizing his brother was laughing too, he said, “I have no idea what’s so funny but if someone would let me in on the joke, I would really appreciate it.”
“Oh, my gods, bro,” Jackson sputtered, “I can’t right now, but I promise I will later,” he said between fits of laughter.
Maximus strolled in carrying two shopping bags followed by Oracle. Looking at Jackson and then Logan, he asked, “What’s going on in the other room and why aren’t they eating with us?”
Jackson just waved his hand at Logan, who answered, “Frankly I don’t know, but nobody can stop laughing long enough to tell me.”
Oracle sat at her place and said, “It has to do with balls, dear.”
That did it for Jackson. He got up, handed Daniel to his brother along with the bottle and left the room, his laughter trailing after him.
Logan looked at Maximus who shrugged, then, finding no answer, turned his attention to Daniel. “I’m sorry, big guy,” Logan said, “everyone has gone a little crazy today, but hey, we get to spend some time together.”
Daniel blew milk bubbles before latching onto the nipple again and his eyes once again turned silver. Reaching out with his hand, he grabbed onto Logan’s finger as he drank.
Logan’s heart melted as he stared at his nephew. He loved Daniel with his whole heart and would do anything for him. Whenever he held his nephew, Logan fantasized that someday he’d have a pup of his own. He was trying to keep his spirits up about finding his Fated Mate, but with each day that went by, he could feel his heart break a little more. The biggest problem was there were no prospects; he was still as isolated as he’d been in the old Blackwood Pack house. And unless someone walked up to the gate and announced himself as Logan’s Fated Mate, he couldn’t see an end to his loneliness anytime soon.
Chapter 29
Dakota walked into the dining room with platters of scrambled eggs and thick Canadian bacon. Setting them down, he asked Logan, “Why is everyone in the great room laughing instead of being here? I sent Zane to give the word breakfast was ready.”
“It’s a big joke,” Logan said, “but no one can stop laughing long enough to tell me what it’s about.”
“Oh, it’s about bollocks,” said Dakota.
“Bollocks? You mean balls? What is so funny about that? I don’t get it.”
