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He leaned in as if asking for a kiss, and I had no reason to deny him, so I pulled him to me until his lips opened against mine and I could explore his mouth with my tongue.

After our dicks and our breaths were both hard, I pulled away, tapping his ass just to hear the glorious yelp he let out when I did. “Okay, I’ll keep going on this list.” I sat down, and after turning back to my notepad and scanning the names, I wrote down Timothy as well, since Kink Night was scheduled for tonight. “Whatever you can find for breakfast sounds amazing. And Tris?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for being here, for supporting me, for helping me through this. You’re my harbor in this storm, and I love you so incredibly much.”

Tristan’s eyes welled with tears before he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed the top of my head. “Always, Daddy. I’ll love you and be here for you always.”

Then he sashayed toward the fridge with that delectable ass of his and got started on our food.

***

Tris already had a live stream scheduled for the next day, and though he’d offered to cancel it, I shooed him out of my house to go get it done. He only agreed after I’d set up a lunch with Jack following my therapy appointment so I wouldn’t be alone. It felt unnecessary for him to make sure I had company, but I’d do anything to alleviate my boy’s fears. And it had been ages since I’d seen Jack, anyway.

Our drinks with the Daddies and Subs Club went amazing, and most of them seemed unsurprised when I told them I was a Daddy. Ethan of course welcomed me to the group, and I thought I saw Cameron eyeing Tris and me as if sizing us up. As if he somehow knew we were together.

He always was an observant one.

I met Jack at a restaurant near his work, an Indian fusion place that had good reviews. I was usually up for trying something new. Well, food-wise. And okay, maybe in the bedroom, too.

“Henry!” My friend’s boisterous greeting made heads turn in the small restaurant, and I couldn’t help my blush as I hurried to our table and slipped into a seat, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.

“You know you don’t have to do that every time,” I grumbled, picking up a menu and hiding behind it to avoid the stares of the other patrons.

Jack chuckled, reaching over to pull my menu out of my face. “Of course I do. You embarrass so easily.”

“Fucker.”

He laughed more loudly, but thankfully, he kept it to a barely reasonable volume. “Have you been here before?”

“Nope, you?”

“Yes. I love it here. It’s convenient to work, their lunch service is fast, and their curry is to die for.”

I eyed him as I perused the menu at a more normal viewing distance. “I haven’t had a good curry in a while. Sounds good.”

The server stopped by just then, and we placed our orders for curry plus naan, samosa, and flavored lemonades. Their hot chai sounded amazing, but it was way too warm outside for that.

Jack’s brow furrowed as soon as the server left our table. “So what’s going on, Henry? You just said it was a shitshow but didn’t explain anything.”

I sighed, sipping my water before launching into the whole ordeal, ending with my worries about the Pride event being cancelled. By the time I was done, our food was half gone, and I was worried Jack’s forehead would stay permanently creased.

“That fucker!”

I chuckled without humor. “Basically what I said. Though I can’t prove it’s him. It’s just a suspicion I have.”

Jack waved me off as he took a gulp of his lemonade to wash down his last bite. “Proof’s in the pudding, man. It has to be him.”

“I’m inclined to agree, but we’ll see what Rowan says.”

“Oh!” Jack’s face brightened. “How’s he doing?”

I smiled, glad I had good news to share. “He and Alejandro are amazing. They’re actually working on adopting a kid.”

Jack’s mouth fell open comically. “Wow! Good for them.”

I chewed and swallowed the last of the curry I’d soaked up with a piece of naan. “And how are you and Julian?”