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"You calm down," Isabella hits back. "My son’s getting married."
The friend reaches for something in her purse—but a pair of scissors drops to the ground.
"Ah, crap," she says, picking up the scissors. "These keep falling out."
Isabella waggles her eyebrows. "I know what we’re getting up to later."
Medici leads Mattie to the gazebo. "When I rescued you from those kidnappers, I never thought you’d want me to become your Daddy. I was gruff. Growly. Unwilling to take no for an answer. You melted my dark heart with your light. I’ve become a better person because of you—whole-hearted.Thank you."
Mattie has tears in his eyes. "To think this whole thing started when we got chicken sandwiches after you saved me."
Medici kisses Mattie. His fingers thread through his hair, pulling him flush with his chest.
Everyone cheers, the sounds melting my heart.
Santino tightens his grip on my hand. "We can get married someday, boy."
"I want to get married in a bouncy house!" I’m so annoying.
Marcello snickers. "We’ll see about that."
Medici leads Mattie toward the bouncy house. "Time to get into your onesie, precious boy."
Mattie giggles as he nods. "If you say so, Daddy."
Medici removes Mattie’s tuxedo and slides it off his body. Mattie’s dick hardens andboingsagainst his belly, which causes everyone to wolf whistle.
Medici resists the urge to pump it a few times, instead sliding Mattie into his precious onesie.
Mattie thrusts his arms around Medici’s shoulder after his onesie is on. "I feel snuggly."
Medici pats Mattie’s bum. "Want to bounce with your friends?"
"Yes!"
Cyan and Enzo stick out their hands. "Come and join us."
Enzo pokes his head out of the bouncy house. "In fact, every Little here is welcome. Get your behinds in the bouncy house and have fun."
How can I resist that siren’s call?
Staring pleadingly at my Daddies, I wiggle in my seat. "May I?"
Santino laughs as he tousles my hair. "Yes—only if you bring Bentley with you."
"And Lazaro." Marcello rubs Lazaro’s shoulder. "You’d like to bounce, too. Wouldn’t you, little brother?"
Lazaro nods as his cheeks flush. "Yes."
Relinquishing my grip on Santino and Marcello’s hands and swapping them for Lazaro’s, I dart toward the bouncy house. Bentley joins me.
In no time, we’re all bouncing in our socks and having the time of our lives.
"Higher!" Bentley shouts as Ryder cannonballs in. Ryder, being a bigger boy, has so much inertia that he sends Bentley crashing into the ceiling.
"I’m glad they have that net ceiling," I drawl, nudging Lazaro’s ribs.
Lazaro stares dead into my eyes. "Don't think you’re escaping the same fate."
