was too busy thinking about Blythe and Moreno."
When I raised an eyebrow in disbelief, Sacha merely shrugged. "What? Because I'm eight, I'm supposed to always think of poop jokes? I have more class, thank you very much. My father is literally royalty, remember?"
Gil playfully tweaked the boy's nose. "Says the kid who was making fun of my bunny balls while I was in the middle of nesting."
"So what? Nobody told you to do it in the living room. I mean, it was cool and all, but your balls are totally gross, Gil. No offense." Sacha grinned unapologetically. The little shit was way too old for his years.
"Sorry not sorry? We always nest in the middle of the busiest part of the home so our family can protect the kittens. And speaking of family… it's Uncle Gil to you now, Buster. Don't mess with me, or I'll introduce you to my cousin Hector. He got bit by a rare spider when he was a kid living in the jungles of Belize. You want to talk about gross balls? One of his is as big as a cantaloupe when he shifts. And instead of pink like the rest of the brood, his one ball is an angry purple. The other is normal, but who notices when it's beside something so freaky?"
As if trying to figure out if he was being played, Sacha studied him suspiciously. He finally shook his head. "I don't believe you. You're making it up."
"Am I, though?" Gil grinned wickedly. "Actually, hold on. I think I have a picture on my phone. Seriously, Hector was lucky they were able to save his junk at all. He almost died, it was so hardcore and nasty. Thankfully, my cousin Pedro never left the house without a full kit of syringes containing different antivenoms."
Gil went to flip his hair back, then frowned when the wet mass wouldn't move. When I tenderly pulled it back over his shoulder where it belonged, he smiled.
"How do I know you're not lying?" Sacha wasn't quite ready to let it go. I knew damn well Gil was making it up, but I’d never ruin his fun.
Gil shrugged. "You don't, do you? Tell you what. Let's make a deal. You quit talking about our balls, and I will not make you look at any pictures, which may or may not exist, of Cousin Hector's possibly super gross balls." Sacha giggled and made the deal. After they shook on it, we got back to naming our babies.
Taking turns, Gil named our oldest son Blaze, and I dubbed our first daughter Megan. Then he picked Bonnie's name, and I called our youngest daughter Mia. Our youngest son became Benjamin, but we all knew he'd forevermore be Benji. While our families gushed over the names and took more pictures with the now-human babies, I pulled Gil into a hug.
"In the interest of not moving our babies on the same day they were born, will you consider staying here tonight until we figure out where our family will live permanently?"
Patting my chest, Gil tipped his head back to smile at me. "There's nothing to decide, Danny boy. I live here now, hence why I nested on your couch instead of at Blythe Manor. Easy enough for you? Maybe at some point we can talk about building a house or something, but for now we can stay here with your family. We'll need as much help as we can get with the babies anyway."
I blinked in confusion. "Really? Why did you decide to live with us? And more importantly, what about the brood?"
Shrugging a single shoulder, he tried to look like it was no big deal, but we both knew it was. "It's about compromise, isn’t it? I figured if I was going to ask your family to merge with mine, then I would take the first step by merging my life with yours. Besides, this place is so much quieter. Edgar can run Blythe Manor now. I've done my time."
10
Gil
Eight Days Later…
I woke from the best dream ever to find it was actually happening. The only thing better than dreaming about a blowjob from Dan was opening my eyes to meet his gaze at the exact moment he swallowed my cum.
My body jerked forward in a partial sit-up, my muscles tense and my nerves on fire. But I was also floating on a sea of endorphins, half tempted to go right back to sleep. And I might have, except Dan really needed