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“No,” Zach shrugs.

“Charming,” Jon retorts.

“You’re such high maintenance,” I drawl, when suddenly, I feel a kick much harder than the previous ones, and my hand flies to my stomach.

Jensen is straight after it. “All okay?”

“Yeah, stop worrying.” I giggle flirtatiously. I’m so fucking giddy at the thought of what he promised later.

Jensen’s lips find the top of my head.

“Knew it. I fucking knew it!” Jon exclaims.

“Wait, are you guys…” Felicity motions between us with her fork.

He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses my knuckles, never taking his eyes off mine. “Finally, yes.”

“Hell to the fucking yes!” Jessie shouts.

All heads turn his way, and he winces. “That was a bit loud, wasn’t it?”

Zach narrows his eyes at his almost closed thumb and forefinger. “A touch.”

“Just need to marryyouoff now.” Jon waggles his eyebrows at Jessie.

He scoffs, pushing his food around his plate. “Not a chance.”

The table falls silent as we take in Jessie’s demeanor. Taking a deep breath and pushing his hand through his sandy blond hair, he throws his napkin on his plate. “That was fucking awesome, man. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jensen responds.

“I would suggest an eight out of ten.” Jon shakes his hand out in front of him as if reconsidering his score. “Maybe eight point five.”

“Please forgive my husband’s lack of manners,” Felicity jibes.

“Always so competitive,” Zach shakes his head. “I can see it now when you’re coaching, poor guys,” he laughs.

“All I’ll say is we’re top of the league, and Jack is absolutely smashing it.”

“He’s a forward, right?” Jessie asks.

“Yeah. And an awesome one at that.” Jon shakes his head in awe and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m pushing him for the NHL. There’s a place for him for sure.”

“He was a free agent when he went to college, though, yeah?” Jessie responds.

“Yep. But Jon thinks he’s got a chance at a team picking him up. With his contacts and everything.” Felicity looks to Jon, hope in her eyes for her son’s dreams.

“I do, Angel.” He smiles back at her. “I’m talking with my former agent. We think he has a shot.”

“What I would give to have had a dad like you.” Jessie drums his fingers on the table, and we all look at him, wondering if he’ll elaborate, but he doesn’t.

“He started late, and being from the UK, he’s had few opportunities, but he’s talented, and now his technical skills are catching up with his skating. He’s…” Jon gives a chef’s kiss.

“That good?” Zach’s eyes bug out.

“That fucking good,” Jon confirms.

“Talking of good,” starts Jensen, whose eyes haven’t left mine all night. “Dessert? I made a Madagascan vanilla cheesecake.”