Besides their height, good looks, and build, nothing indicated that Osiris and Anubis were father and son. While Anubis had sparkling gold eyes, Osiris’s were moss green.
“What about my ability to shift into a cat? And what about the fact that I can remember...”
“What have the mothers been up to?” Anubis asked, cutting Star off.
“I've been very busy lately and haven't seen my wives in weeks.” Osiris sat back down heavily, sighing. “Actually, Isis is angry with me, and Bastet is siding with her.”
Star perked up when he heard that.Wives, as in two? Wow, go, Osiris,he mentally cheered.
“What did you do?” Anubis asked, and Star sat back down, listening to father and son talk. It was interesting to him to go from living in a world where gods were seen as mythology and lore, only to be real.
“How am I supposed to know? I think they're pregnant,” Osiris said.
“How do you know?”
“Son, I've lived a long time; you think I can't tell when my mates are with child?”
“Then I say congratulations, old man,” Anubis drawled.
Osiris quirked a brow. “Why don't you sound happy?”
“I'll save my joy until the mothers tell me with their own lips,. It's not the first or last time you thought they were pregnant. Why are you always on a baby kick?”
“Well, give me more grandkids, and I won't keep thinking my mates are pregnant.”
“You should go home,” Anubis advised.
“Why do you think I'm here? I went home to see my mates, but they kicked me out.” He pouted, and Star covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing at a grown-ass man trying to look pitiful, but failing miserably at it.
Anubis sighed, walking over to Star and pulling him into his arms. Star hugged Anubis's neck, resting his head on his chest.
“You know where the guest room is. Stay as long you like,” he told Osiris. “Star and I have to get up early to be on set, so we're heading back to bed.”
Osiris waved them off, not getting up from his chair. “You kids have a good night.”
Anubis nodded and returned to the bedroom, where Star sat on the bed. Anubis removed his robe and joined Star. Once they were under the blankets, Star rested his head on Anubis's chest, taking a deep breath, and was instantly comforted by the other man’s scent. “I like the way you smell,” Star said.
“Yeah?” Anubis slowly trailed his fingers up and down Star’s spine. “What do I smell like?”
Star hummed, closing his eyes. “Sometimes sandalwood, other times rosewood, but mostly a mix of both. I get angry thinking that others can smell you.”
Anubis chuckled, and Star looked up at him. “My scent only belongs to you, just as yours belongs to me.”
Star smiled. “Yeah, so what do I smell like to you?”
“It depends,” Anubis answered and buried his face in Star’s hair, moving down to his forehead. “Right now it’s vanilla. When you’re aroused, it’s jasmine.”
Star leaned up and captured Anubis’s lips in a kiss. It wasn’t hurried, and it wasn’t one to draw them into making love. He simply wanted to feel his lover’s lips on his, and it seemed Anubis knew what he was thinking because he didn’t push any further. Slowly their lips separated, and Star placed his head back down on Anubis’s chest. The silence between them was soothing and comforted them both deep in their own thoughts.
“You and your dad have a good relationship,” he said, breaking the quietness of the room, but not disrupting the atmosphere. “I like that. But I'm a little jealous.”
“Why?”
Star looked up at Anubis. “My dad died before I was a teenager, and I never got to have the kind of relationship with him that I dreamed about.”
“I'm sorry.” Anubis kissed him on the forehead.
“Don't be,” Star said, patting his chest. “It wasn't your fault. You didn't tell my dad to work himself to death.”
