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Fen held out a beautiful set of large wooden chains, everyone smooth as glass and stained in rainbow colors. Large enough for a baby to hold, but still so very light, it was amazing—toy and art all at once.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It was made out of a single log. I thought it would be like a puzzle, something fun. They can’t hurt themselves with it. It’s not long enough to do anything dangerous. I just thought it would be a neat thing for the baby to shake and hold. Next, I’m going to make him a carved mouse.”

Him.

Rory wondered if Fen had heard himself. “Mouse? Are you part cat that you’re making your son a pet mouse?”

“I thought I’d make him a whole little menagerie of them, you know? Whatever the—” Fen stopped and tilted his head. “My son.”

Rory nodded. “I think so. That’s what my heart says. Your son.”

The soft hiccup inside him grew stronger. He’d been feeling tiny motions for days now, but this? This wasn’t a flutter.

He grabbed Fen’s hand and placed it on his belly. “Your son.”

Then the baby kicked hard, right in the center of Fen’s palm.

Fen’s eyes widened, his lips parting with shock. Those blue eyes were so beautiful. And Fen pressed that hand to Rory’s belly, clearly feeling what he was feeling.

“Rory. That baby.”

“He’s moving. I know. Amazing, huh?”

“More than amazing.” Fen laughed, the sound young, free, and so happy. Then he grabbed Rory and hugged him with fierce strength. “Our baby is moving.”

“See? Good things, babe.” Rory chuckled. “Now, am I allowed to leave the house?”

“Of course you are. I’m sorry if I’ve been an overprotective ass. I just—I need you safe. You’re everything good.” Fen stroked his hair, still holding him so close.

“Sure.”

Fen offered him a warm smile. “Can we have lunch before we go out of the cabin and do things? Uh. Maybe I could feel the baby kick some more?”

“I think that sounds amazing. You know what I want?”

Fen’s eyes lit up. “No, Tell me.”

“I want a milkshake. There are no milkshakes here and…” He’d been craving for days.

Fen’s head tilted. “What is a milkshake?”

“You don’t know what a milkshake is?” Rory blinked. That was a travesty. “Oh my God. It’s milk and ice cream whipped together into a thick drink and then there’s whipped cream and a cherry on top.” He licked his lips. “There’s chocolate ones and strawberry ones and vanilla ones and pineapple ones, and banana ones and caramel ones and peanut butter ones and…”

Fen stopped him right there. “There’s peanut butter ice cream?”

“Yes.” Of course there is.

“I would try peanut butter ice cream with milk and a drink.”

Okay, that was it. Rory was getting an ice cream maker and a blender delivered today.

He might not have Amazon, but he had brothers.

And he wasn’t asking for the world, right? These were basics.

Maybe he should get them to bring milk and peanut butter ice creamandan ice cream maker.