Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,1

at me, they don’t walk the other way anymore. They just give me this smirk like… I don’t know, ‘Wanna watch?’”

Faris laughed, noticing the pointed look Ray gave him. “She’s not looking back, man.” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve met your wife. She’s only got eyes for one guy.”

“Yeah,” Ray scoffed, “but I’m not exactly that guy anymore. And I’ve got to say, things have slowed down in the bedroom.”

“Felicity likes my chub,” Logan said, running a hand over his stomach. He missed being able to feel his own abs, but he had to admit, Felicity had a point about how much cuddlier he was. “She says dad bod is sexy.”

Not that they'd had much sex lately. It had been hard enough after their first child was born, even though Oliver had been a pretty easy baby. Adding the second had made things even harder. Oliver was five, Althea three, and it had been at least a month since he and Felicity had sex. Hmm. Maybe more like two or three months. How had that happened?

“I wish Ally felt that way,” Ray said, a little morosely.

“Well, it's nice to know I'm not the only one,” Logan admitted. “Felicity says she finds it sexy, but it's actually been months since we've done more than talk dirty. She's never in the mood anymore, not even for vanilla stuff.”

“Maybe she's not in the mood for vanilla because she wants something kinky.” Ray waggled eyebrows suggestively.

“I think she's just tired. I know I am. The kids are a handful. It's just easier to roll into bed and fall asleep. We just... got out of the habit. I haven't been any better. I used to take a lot of time planning our scenes, thinking about what I wanted to do to her. I haven't done that since before Althea was born. But that doesn't mean I can't put in the effort now.” Logan ran his free hand through his hair. Even the last scene he'd planned for them had been a little rushed, both of them more attuned to the baby monitor than to each other.

“I know how that is,” Faris said. Ray shot him another glance, and Faris’ mouth pulled into a grim line as he gave the other man a barely perceptible nod. “Leyla and I are no more immune than the rest of you to what we all seem to be going through. Kids, careers, getting older, finding time.” Faris took a pull at his beer, then pointed the neck toward Ray.

“You joke about being ‘kinky.’ You tell me. Any of you. When’s the last time you went to a munch? Or a meet-up? Or a club? Or did anything even remotely ‘kinky?’ You want the kinds of things we did back when we were those punks’ age?” He stabbed the bottle out toward where the young men still cavorted at the lake’s edge. “You have to plan them like the goddamn Normandy invasion. Babysitters and breastmilk in the fridge, and it’s gotta be someplace close by because, dear God, if the sitter calls because the baby sneezed, we’re fucking piling in the car to head home ASAP. Just like Logan said. And I don’t know about the rest of you, but you get yanked out of a scene a couple of times because Mom called, and it feels like the baby’s running a fever, or Leyla has ‘a bad feeling,’ and…” Faris took a long swig of his beer. “Yeah. Seems like the effort just isn’t worth the results after a while, and that gets really fucking frustrating, you know?”

“Your situation is a bit different,” Ray muttered under his breath.

“Is it, Ray? Is it?”

The man looked up at Faris, saying nothing.

“And even if it is, it changes nothing. What Leyla and I have now isn’t what we had when I first met her. When I fell in love with her. And we’re trying to adapt. Trying to find a balance.” Faris took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “But what if it’s not working? What if it just feels like it’s all falling apart?”

Ray had remained quiet, staring at the man during his speech. Now that Faris had stopped, he spoke up, his voice a flat, low rumble of warning. “You were a company commander and a goddamn engineer. You fix it.”

“Yeah? Yeah, Ray? I wish it were that fucking easy.”

For several long, uncomfortable seconds, the two men stared at each other, eyes locked. The sounds of the