“Especially if you are talking about one of the older demon bloodlines,” Mammon said.
Atlas jerked his head toward Bel. “You can’t be—”
Bel paled. “No!”
Instantly he relaxed. Okay, that was a stupid question. The fates wouldn’t put them together if they were blood related. Hopefully. Atlas eyed Bel though.
“I have never fathered a child. Not with a human, demon, or any other paranormal,” Bel assured him.
“That you know of,” Atlas responded even though he hated to say the words. “You’ve been around a very long time.”
Bel shook his head. “I have always been attracted to male forms, not females.”
Even though Atlas was relieved, his mind whirled with the possibilities. He gasped, fisting Bel’s shirt. “Asmos!”
Bel’s eyes widened almost comically.
Mammon barked out a laugh. “You know, that is a distinct possibility.”
“No!” Atlas shook Bel. “No! He would make me call him Grandpa or something.”
Bel nodded slowly. “We really need to find out.”
“Can I be there when you tell Asmos?” Tristan requested.
Atlas snapped his head over to catch Jason elbowing his mate in the ribs.
“Ow! What?” Tristan rubbed his side. “It’s funny.”
“Maybe it’s Mamm’s?” Jason asked, sending a teasing grin toward the other demon.
Mamm snorted. “I exclusively bottom. For males. I have not fathered a child.”
Bel nodded. “Asmos is one of the demons that isn’t as…”
“He’ll sleep with anyone who he is attracted to,” Mamm said. “Male, female, non-binary, human, or paranormal.”
Atlas groaned and banged his head against Bel’s massive chest. “It can’t be!”
“Asmos would never abandon a child,” Bel offered.
“Not if he knew about the child,” Mammon said. “The human female might not have informed the father.”
“What am I going to do?” Atlas wailed. He couldn’t be related to Asmos. He couldn’t!
“We don’t even know if Asmos is involved. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Bel told him.
Atlas nodded. The fates had gifted Atlas with an amazing mate and a whole new life. No way would they force Atlas to be from the same family. Okay, truthfully Atlas wouldn’t even mind being related. He’d just prefer for it to be a couple generations off. He’d sort of decided not to like the demon that was his grandfather and Atlas loved Asmos as a friend. And it really would be weird to see Asmos as a parental figure. Atlas was crazy and fun and just not very parental. “What should we do now?”
“Let’s get back to what Tristan and Jason came to tell us,” Bel advised.
Oh! “Sorry,” he offered. It really wasn’t Atlas’s fault that every time he sat down to have a conversation that something distracted him. There was so much freaking going on. Who could even keep up?
“All of this is amazing,” Tristan said with a wave of his hand. “I am so glad we stopped by this morning. And I finally beat Asmos and Adam to the good gossip.”
Jason elbowed his mate again. “You’ll let Atlas approach Asmos with this.”
“But, baby!” Tristan whined.
