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be happy with a child? For him? Aiden wondered as he stared at his reflection and brushed his teeth. He was thirty-three and Lane was almost forty. They only had so many more years before having a child would be unrealistic. But, holy fuck… The smell that came out of Henry. Aiden shuddered as he rinsed his toothbrush and put it in the holder. He’d smelled corpses that weren’t as vicious. He saw Lane ease the door shut and press himself against the panels and take a deep breath. His chest rose and fell slowly as the tension left his body.
    I suppose I could. I can’t live without him and I wouldn’t want him to feel like his life was lacking in any way because of me, Aiden decided as he watched Lane turn on the monitor that allowed them to see and hear into the guest room. Aiden’s head tilted and his lips pulled tight as a tiny screen revealed a peacefully sleeping Henry with his arms stretched above his head. He’s quite enjoyable when he’s asleep, Aiden observed.
    “We can see him but there’s no way he can see or hear us?” Aiden asked. He might have asked before but he wanted to be sure. Lane laughed softly as he pushed away from the door.
    “He can’t see or hear us. As long as we aren’t too loud,” he said and Aiden relaxed. If he was lucky, he could sleep for as much as eight hours and miss a significant amount of Henry’s visit. If we had one of our own, I wouldn’t be able to hide or sleep to avoid it, Aiden realized.
    “What’s wrong?” Lane asked as his body wrapped around Aiden’s. The seductive heat, hardness and scent of Lane filled Aiden and a rush of warmth and need spilled through him. He groaned softly as they fell back on the bed. Nothing matters but him. He could want a herd of children and you’d learn to make the best of it to make him happy, Aiden frowned as Lane hovered above him. Irrational, loud, dirty, destructive children… Aiden sighed as he gathered Lane’s face in his hands and wrapped a leg around his waist.
    “You’re not going to want too many, are you?” Aiden asked as Lane rocked his hips and their hard-ons pressed and ground against each other. Lane pushed off the bed and looked down at Aiden. His brows pulled together and his lips pursed.
    “Too many of what?” He asked and Aiden waved toward the guest room. He could almost picture a neat row of cribs and tiny beds.
    “Babies. Children.” He said and Lane was still. Aiden raised his hand and traced the line between Lane’s pecs as he waited. Lane laughed. Brilliant colors burst within Aiden and he felt like he was glowing
    “You have to be out of your mind,” Lane stated and Aiden held his breath. “If I even entertained the idea, the first diaper snuffed it out,” he said and Aiden wanted to cry as relief flooded his body.
    “So, all the chewing on adorable feet and amazing smells…” His voice trailed off as Lane shook his head violently.
    “Nope. Not enough to make up for the horrors I faced tonight. Every diaper was catastrophic. One actually leaked and went up his back,” Lane said and Aiden’s stomach turned.
    “Oh, my God…” He clasped Lane to his chest and tried to comfort him. That had to be traumatic.
    “They’re cute and smell lovely and I enjoy babies as long as I can give them back. Even this feels like I bit off a little more than I can chew,” Lane admitted. Aiden wanted to laugh and if he was coordinated enough, he would have danced.
    “You don’t know how happy I am right now. I was ready to be miserable and have four or five of them to make you happy,” he said and Lane gasped.
    “You’re insane!” His lips crashed into Aiden’s and his tongue was demanding as it twisted with Aiden’s. He sucked on Aiden’s lip before he raised his head. “You’d let me have four or five kids?” He asked and Aiden shrugged.
    “I was afraid that because of your age, you were victim to a biological imperative and might feel a void. And you were enjoying chewing on Henry’s