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“Do you want me to drop the boys off this morning, too? Give you a little break?” Freckles asked. “I’m heading out in about twenty minutes.”

Felix looked at Zane, who called out, “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t,” Atticus said prissily.

Zane sighed in relief. “I would appreciate it. I have eight million things to do.”

For the first time all morning, Zane found himself looking forward to the end of the day.

“Just drop some clothes by the house later and I’ll grab the boys when I go to pick up Jett, Jagger, and the rest of the St. Aggie’s crew,” Atticus said.

“Wait, how are you going to fit seven kids in the Volvo?” Felix asked.

“Didn’t you hear?” Jericho called from somewhere in the room. “We broke down and bought a van.”

“You did not!” Felix cried.

“We did. It’s still a Mercedes, but it seats nine, so we can handle pickups and drop-offs no problem,” Jericho said, sounding very much like he was bragging.

He probably was.

If anyone would eventually have enough kids to fill a nine-seater van, it would be Jericho. If Freckles could get pregnant, they’d have had their own show on TLC. Though, after that interesting conversation with Noah, it seemed the lack of ability to impregnate Freckles did not keep Jericho from trying.

“So, you guys are serious about having another kid, huh?” Zane asked.

“We have one more meeting with the surrogate and then we’re going to implant the eggs and see what happens.”

“Eggs?” Felix echoed. “How many?”

“Three,” Jericho called proudly. “All Freckles.”

“What if they all implant?” Felix asked.

“Then we go from baby to babies,” Jericho said, like the answer was obvious. “It’s not like Mulvaney twins are a rarity. The more babies the better. Right, Freckles?” he asked, suddenly much closer to the receiver.

There was a smacking sound, and Atticus grunted.

Zane shook his head.

Jericho was kind of a caveman. A loving caveman. A fiercely devoted caveman. But a caveman nonetheless. Maybe even more so than Asa. There was the distinct sound of kissing and then a soft gasp.

Atticus cleared his throat. “I’ll swing by and grab the boys in half an hour. Talk later.”

With that, he disconnected.

“They’re so horny all the time,” Felix said, disgusted.

“So are we,” Zane reminded him. “We just don’t have a weird breeding kink.”

Felix shouted. “Hey. No. Ew.” He shoved his fingers in his ears. “I’m not listening to that. Gross. What is wrong with you? That’s my brother!”

Zane giggled and Felix dropped his hands, still glaring at him playfully. It lasted all of three seconds before Felix started smiling, too. He was physically incapable of staying annoyed at Zane for long.

His face fell as he once more looked around, bewildered. “What am I going to wear?”

“Why don’t you wear that outfit Mizuki Takahashi gifted you when we were in Japan?” Zane asked. “You haven’t worn it yet and you look so hot in it.”

Felix’s face brightened. He clapped his hands together. “Oh, yes. You’re a genius.”