He kept chuckling but spoke through it this time.
“Baby, you give fantastic head.I had to fuck that mouth.”
“Feel free to do that too.Whenever the spirit moves you.”
Murtagh flew off, protesting with an irate, “Merow!”when Dutch shifted to his side so he could pull Georgie in his arms, fullfrontal.
“You’re not supposed to move when Murtagh’s settled in,Dutch,” she educated.
“He’ll settle in again.”
“Yes, onyou,” she mumbled.“Because you’re a catthief.”
“Georgie, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Be quiet, please, and go to sleep.”
“Okay, honey,” she whispered, and nestled closer.
That must have been what she needed, Dutch needing her to goto sleep, because within five minutes, she was gone.
Dutch was not.
He couldn’t get used to the new feeling in his chest,something he’d never felt.
It was weird.
Warm.
It wasn’t empty.
But it wasn’t tight.
He just didn’t know what was filling it.
He felt Murtagh settle in at the back of his head on hispillow.
The cat purred for a while.
Then that stopped and Dutch knew he, too, was asleep.
And it was then, Dutch got it.
All of it.
Everything.
His whole life.
His dads’ life.
Both of his dads.
And he lay in that bed with Georgie in his arms and what hadbecome their cat on his pillow, and he knew what he’d been looking for.
He knew what his path was.
