“You know, when gays get together and talk about other sexy guys and sex and food and sex and clothes and sex…a gayfest.”
Grinning at Kieran’s description, Logan felt some of the tension leave his body. “Haveyoutalked about other sexy guys?” Logan growled.
“Of course,” Kieran said, giggling when he heard another growl, “but that was before I found you. I’m sure Fionn is finding that particular part of the gayfest rather one-sided since Theo and Norm only have eyes for each other.”
“I never asked but are Theo and Norm Fated Mates?”
“Yes, but they refuse to admit it. I don’t know why, exactly, but I think it has something to do with what happened to them.”
“You mean when their parents sent them to Arald?”
“Yes, and before that. One day Norman discovered a couple of guys hitting and kicking someone who was down on the ground so he rushed over and started to push the guys away. Since Norm was much bigger, the bullies ran away instead of attacking him. That’s when he scented Theo and knew they were Fated Mates. Norman told his parents, thinking they’d be happy for him; instead, his parents called Theo’s parents and they were both sent to the Shaman to have their gay spirits exorcised. When that didn’t work, they were sent to Arald, who told their parents he could make them normal.”
Logan snorted. “Bullshit…how? By beating and starving them? And who ever said Theo and Norm aren’t normal?”
“Babe, what happened to my friends isn’t unusual. Our history is rife with examples of this happening and that’s why the gods and Fates created me…to stop all the hate in our world.”
“You and a lot of mini-yous,” Logan said, looking at his mate with a wry smile. “How’s squirt doing?”
“Fine…growing like a weed although I’ve never figured out that expression because our squirt isn’t a weed or even a plant for that matter. Did you know my Shaman had me study sayings? Some of them sound funny, like did you ever hear this one: ‘When elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers’.”
Chuckling, Logan said, “Nope, can’t say I have.”
“When I first read it, I laughed because I pictured blades of grass saying, ‘Ow, ow, ow, get your big feet off me!’ Then my Shaman asked me what it meant and after I researched it, I found it means when the powerful fight, it’s the weak that get hurt the most. That’s a favorite of mine because it’s happened so many times in our history. Anyway getting back to our squirt, I can’t wait until I have a baby belly. My Shaman would be so proud of me. I wish he hadn’t died because he really was the only parent I had and it would be nice if our squirt had a grandfather to spoil him.”
“I know, babe, I wish my grandparents were still alive also. They were so much fun and spoiled us rotten and they would’ve loved you.”
“Well, the good thing is our squirt will have a bunch of uncles, and Miss L to spoil him, not to mention, Oracle and Maximus.”
“And don’t forget Mystia and Jimmy who’ll be our squirt’s grandparents.”
“That’s right,” Kieran said, beaming at the thought. “I just thought of how many pups…” He stopped suddenly, then looked up at Logan who was staring at him. “Babe, did you hear what our spirit just said? Dakota and Slate are in trouble.” Kieran rolled out of bed, grabbed his clothes and got dressed.
Logan snatched his phone from the nightstand and dialed Slate’s number, cursing when it went straight to voicemail. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he called again and, getting the same answer left a message asking Slate to call him immediately. Then throwing on his clothes, he called Groose. “We have a problem.”
“On my way,” Groose said before hanging up.
“Babe, call Norman and make sure everything is all right and that Fionn is with them. Tell them not to open the door unless it’s me or Groose.”
“Righto,” Kieran replied.
Logan walked into the living room and called Colton.
“Hello? That you Logan? Is Kieran okay?”
“He’s fine, but Dakota and Slate are in trouble.”
“Be right there,” Colton said.
“Bring Ian with you,” said Logan.
“What about Lizzie and Ian’s parents?” asked Colton.
“I’ll have Groose and his men bring them when they get Theo, Norman and Fionn.”
“Have you called Jackson?” asked Colton.
“I will as soon as I try Slate’s phone again. I’ve called twice, no answer so I left a voice mail.”
