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“And they are pregnant?” Father thundered.

“Yep.” He was pretty sure his ears were bleeding. Maybe his nose.

“So, where are they? Who are they? When can we meet them?”

Orion? Love? Is someone yelling at you?

A little, yeah. I came to see my dads to ask permission to bring you to the glade.

Oh.Cullen sighed mentally, which also abraded him. You could have said.

It was supposed to be a good surprise.

“Son, pay attention,” Father snapped.

“Sorry. My mate was worried that someone was screaming at me.”

Da’s eyes widened, and he smiled.

“Don’t you yell at him! He’s the most amazing mate ever and I love him!” His eyes crossed as Cullen’s voice came out of his mouth.

Now his father gaped at him. “Is that your?—”

“Yeah. He’s fierce.”

“We need to meet him. Go and get him.”

Are you ready to meet my dads, love?

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“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, Oh my god.” Cullen looked at his brothers. “Do I look all right? I’m going to meet the parents I’ve never—I’ve never gone to meet the parents. I’ve never had parents to go and meet. Oh my god, how’s my hair?”

“You’ve watched way too muchReal Housewives. You’re fine.” Corbin rolled his eyes. “Did you know that we had a beaver living in the spring house? He’s such a neat guy…”

“Don’t try to change the subject. You and I know that we have a beaver. We all know that Yarrow is in the spring house. Even Elliot has gone out to the spring house to say hello.”

Cosmo frowned at him. “He has?”

Oops. “Look, pay attention to me. I’m going to meet parents. Hello. How is the hair? Should I, like, glamour up?”

Corbin shrugged. “Does that work on unicorns?”

“I don’t know.” How was he supposed to know?

“It didn’t work with Orion, remember,” Corbin pointed, while Cosmo asked, “Are Orion’s parents unicorns?”

“How else are unicorns born?” That was just a stupid question. “You think there’s a horse and a-a-a uni?”

Cosmo tilted his head. “Maybe it’s a rhinoceros and a horse. That could make a unicorn.”

“Oh what about a narwhal and a horse? Much closer to unicorn.” Corbin was altogether too amused for his own good.

“You two are not helping!”

“No yell, Cunkle!” Elliot hollered.

“I’m not yelling!” Was he yelling?