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Oh, and blenders.

Of course, when these got really popular in the pack, it would be necessary to have more than a single little ice cream maker. They’d have to have a big ice cream maker, and the freezer to keep the ice cream in because?—

“Mate, are you still here?”

He blinked at his lover. His belly rumbled. “I’m…yes. Can you make hamburgers? Do you know how? I’ve got to make an order with my brothers. Can you make hamburgers now? Like right now?”

Fen offered him a fond, amused little smile that might have aggravated him if he weren’t so damn busy. “Yes, mate, whatever you ask.”

He beamed and nodded. “Oh, you’re very good at that. Keep it up. I totally approve.”

He grabbed the SAT phone, dialing his brothers’ house. “Hey, Liam. Okay, so let’s talk freezers.”

Chapter

Thirteen

Fen closed the bedroom door before he tiptoed down to the kitchen to pull the ice cream out of the freezer to soften. It was freezing cold outside. He could have just put the crock out in the snow. That was February in the Uintas. But he also knew that at about four a.m., which was in about an hour, Rory would awaken and want a milkshake.

The ice cream this time was peanut butter and banana swirl. The more pregnant Rory got, the more bizarre his flavor choices became. He would also put some french fries in the air fryer.

They had added an extra three solar panels just to run all their small appliances. He and Rory liked to cook and eat.

Rory really liked to eat right now. It was adorable. He was not a small omega, and eating for him and the baby required an enormous amount of food.

He poured milk into the blender, then a little caramel syrup. He was learning all sorts of combinations of goodness.

He had never known how happy—truly happy—he could be. He ran with the pack. He created beautiful things with wood. He had his mate, and their son was growing. He even was becoming friends with the pack shaman.

They both felt as if they were related.

It was fascinating.

They couldn’t trace anything for certain, but Niall was…like a cousin. Quickly becoming like a brother.

Fen had also met all of Rory’s brothers now. He thought. There were so many of them. It was hard to know…

“Love?” Rory came down too, wrapped in a fluffy robe, fuzzy slippers on his feet.

“I was about to make you a milkshake.”

“Were you? How friendly.” Rory grinned at him, coming to sit at the kitchen table. “It’s nice and warm.”

“I got the fire going again.” He beamed at Rory. “I wanted us to be able to sit in front of the fire and have our milkshakes and not be cold.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” Rory smiled for him. “That will keep me from fretting about the dishes.”

“It will. I can do them before we go back to bed.” They had been taking their milkshakes up with them to bed and snuggling, but then Rory did fuss about the dishes and try to sneak back into the kitchen to wash them.

So he was going to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. They could snuggle on the couch.

“You’re very good to me. What can I do to help?” Rory was always right there, wanting to make his life easier.

“Get the blankets for the couch? I’ll make the milkshakes and bring them in.” He would dig out some cookies too. He loved a peanut-butter-banana milkshake with oatmeal raisin cookies.

Rory always told him he was a freak for that.

He grinned, watching as Rory went to the living room. Then he scooped ice cream and blended it into a creamy milkshake with the milk and caramel. It smelled like heaven.