Page 72 of Jace
There’s nothing little about my little brother Nick. He’s tall, tatted, jacked, and one of the NFL’s finest and the first openly gay, top-tier players.
I’m proud of him; he knows.
But right now?
I’m pissed at him, and he’s fucking delighted.
“Oh, our bad.” Nick cradles their daughter. “Someone wanted their Uncle JJ this morning, but we can come back.”
“The fuck you will.” I sit up with grabbie hands. “Gimme my baby.”
Zarina is four months old, with brown eyes and downy, dark hair. She’s recently discovered her smile, and it lights up every time she sees me, making my man-ovaries burst.
I hold her, loving her powdery smell and little body in a lion onesie. I kiss her hair and let her slobber on my pecs as I turn, finding Vivian sharing my niece’s sentiment.
“Good god.” She sighs sleepily. “No woman can survive three hot, bare-chested men and a baby. I just spontaneously conceived.”
I huff, grinning. “Think again, Smokeshow. When we conceive, we’re doing it the doggie way, all animal-like and?—”
“Cage the beast,” Zar drawls. “It’s time to conceive of a shower because The Queen will be here in an hour, and you two have fuck-hair, minus the fucking.”
“Hey,” I whisper-bark, aware I’m cradling a tiny cherub. “How do you know we didn’t fuck?”
Nick boasts, “Because he’s married to me, and he knows lions roar when we come.”
I glance at Vivian again. Holy fuck, she’s cute when she’s blushing.
And freaking out.
She jolts up, letting the bedsheet fall. “Your mom? Nadine Faye? You mean she’s on her way, and I have nothing to wear but fuck hair and a dirty dress?”
“She’ll love you,” I assure her. “Mom doesn’t have a judgmental bone in her body.”
“But she does love Chanel,” Zar adds. “And Chanel loves me. They’re sending three dresses over as we speak.”
“Jace is right.” Nick shakes the baby bottle in his hand. “Mom already loves you. She’s bringing a tracker necklace for your trip.”
Nick acts so warmly toward Vivian, I have to remember they’ve known each other for years. Vivian’s taken pictures ofhim and Zar in the most erotic moments, per their Dom’s request.
It’s why she can sit there with her mouthwatering tits exposed to them and not be shy. It’s cute, almost comforting, confirming she belongs with us.
Clearly, because Nick’s focused on Viv’s eyes, not her nipples. “I also have your favorite tea brewing and some biscuits made for after your shower, but my little princess is hungry now.”
He reaches like he’s about to take his daughter from me, but I’m the best fucking uncle in the world.
I snap my fingers, holding my hand out for the bottle. Turning Zarina in my grasp, I feed her like a pro because I am. With three baby nieces, I got this bottle thing on lock.
Plus, babies melt my heart.
Wonder if Vivian’s willing to give me six.
“Thank you.” She sighs sweetly. “I’m just overwhelmed by how everyone wants to help me.”
Nick wraps his arms around Zar, both gazing at us, grinning. They’re eating this shit up: me and Vivian in bed with a baby.
Do they know my biological clock ticks like Big Ben in my boxers for her? Probably.
Do they know she’s the reason I love alien romance novels? I identify with the alien warlord who loves a human but can’t have her.
