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  "I know. I hate it."

  Kimberley gurgled and Jeff reached out, tugged her little toes playfully. "And you. Listen to you laughing right out loud."

  "She's a sweetie. And you have to hold onto that, huh? It isn't fair and it isn't right, but you got these two beautiful kids who love you and you take the good that comes with the bad and hold on tight."

  "Yeah. I can do that." Jeff sighed. "It'll get easier."

  "It will. Not to be glib or anything, but time does do that." His hand slid around, down to rest on Jeff's thigh as he looked into the wet eyes.

  "Hey. I promise not to melt down weekly."

  Donny laughed. "You do it as often as you need to, man. I won't judge."

  Jeff hugged him hard, kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Don."

  He hugged back and then sat on his haunches. "I'll keep an eye on the kids if you want to go ahead and call the people you need to call about the asshole ex."

  "Thank you. Thanks. I think we should maybe walk to the park before I have to go in, too. The weather's supposed to get wet the rest of the week."

  "Sounds good. You do your thing and we'll be ready for fun in the sun when you're done."

  He resisted the urge to take a real kiss, stood and grabbed up Kimberley before heading back to the living room to see what Robin was up to.

  Chapter Seven

  Jeff stumbled in from a brutal dinner service. Two reviewers, one of the flattops was down, and he'd had a sous chef walk out. Christ. Thank God he had the next two days off.

  He locked the back door, grabbed a beer, and leaned against the counter, staring into the dark. The baby monitor started squawking, Kimberley beginning to wail. Before he had a chance to react, he heard Donny cooing at her.

  "Hey, sweet baby girl, what happened? Do you need a change already? No. And I know you're not hungry. Maybe you just need a hug, huh? We all need that now and then." Then Donny started to sing softly, a gentle lullaby, and Kimberley's tears faded away.

  Jeff stood there, just listening. Maybe smiling a little bit. "Oh, Bethy, she's so pretty. She looks just like Robin."

  The singing turned into humming, getting softer and softer.

  He stood up, grabbed some milk and eggs and the waffle iron out, along with some sausage. Maybe Don would come down and share. He was about halfway done when he heard indistinct whispers from the monitor and then everything went quiet.

  A few moments later Donny joined him in the kitchen. "Hey, you're home."

  "Hey, Don. You hungry?"

  "I would have said no until I smelled the food." Don laughed and parked his hip against the counter.

  "Waffles, eggs, and sausage." He finished his beer and tossed the empty into recycling.

  "I could definitely eat." Donny started setting the table. "Reminds me of my college days when we'd eat at all hours. Well, except it usually wasn't good food like you do."

  "How was your evening?"

  "Not bad. Robin was a little cranky tonight -- with all the rain he's not getting out as much as he was and I think he was missing the physical activity in his day."

  "There's this bouncy castle inside thing. I bought tickets from Groupon." It had looked fun, like somewhere Robin could goof off.

  "Oh, yeah? That sounds like fun. I don't suppose they let the adults bounce, too?"

  "You know they do." He grinned and started making waffle batter.

  Don's eyes lit up. "Oh man, really? This must be bigger than the birthday party backyard version I've seen."

  "It's like a store thing at the mall."

  "Sounds like a hoot. When are you taking him?"

  "I was thinking Monday. I know it's your day off..." He sighed at himself. "You know, no. That's not fair to you. I know you've got to be dying to get away from us." He turned the sausages.

  "If you have a ticket for me, I'm so there. Dude, it's a bouncy castle." Don really did sound excited.

  "I bought enough for the whole family, yeah."

  Don gave him this smile, beaming and warm. "Thank you."

  He pulled one waffle out, poured another. Don was, somehow. Family. And the man was still smiling goofily at him.

  "You want eggs, too?"

  "Nah, waffles and sausages sound perfect."

  "Good deal." He put the eggs back into the fridge and plopped sausages on the plate.

  Don rubbed his hands together and grabbed a knife and fork. "This is great."

  "Late night breakfast is the best." He used to have it all the time with Mitch. They'd drag themselves in from partying before dawn and he'd cook up eggs and bacon or sausage and waffles and they'd wolf it down before hitting the sack.

  "We used to do dawn breakfast after study sessions back in school. It always tasted better than regular breakfast." Don's words broke him out of his reverie.

  "I get that." He pulled out the last waffle and grinned. That life was over, Mitch was a bastard and he had his family to feed now.

  Don grinned right back at him. He thought maybe he could see something in Don's eyes.

  "Come on, let's sit on the back porch. It's not too chilly."

  "Sounds good." Donny grabbed the syrup on their way out.

  They settled at the table, next to each other, leaving the door open so they could still hear the kids if they woke up.

  Don made happy noises as he ate -- the man always made him know his cooking was appreciated, even if it was just something simple like a bacon sandwich.

  Jeff found himself just watching, enjoying Don. The man sucked on one of his fingers, licking it clean. Jeff moaned, then buried his face in his sausage.

  Donny frowned at him. "You okay?"

  "Yeah. Fine." He took a big bite.

  Don shrugged and went back to eating, including some more finger licking when he was done and ran his fingers through the leftover syrup on his plate.

  Jeff was going to fucking die. He had to go find someone and get laid.

  Don looked over and smiled. "Thanks -- this was awesome."

  He tried to answer, but his mouth was dry, so he cleared his throat. "You're welcome."

  Don's gaze lingered, his smile slowly fading as he stared.

  "I." Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, he wanted.

  "Yeah." Donny licked his lips. "You're... you're fucking gorgeous, man."

  "I want to kiss you." The ache in his belly wasn't getting better. "It's a bad fucking idea, but I do."

  Don bit his lower lip. "Oh, God. That's what I want, too."

  "We shouldn't." He reached out, tugged Don's lip from his teeth.

  "No, we shouldn't." Don's lips surrounded his fingertip.

  Jeff's knees got weak. Oh, fuck...

  Donny's eyelids dropped to half closed, his teeth scraping along Jeff's finger before letting go. "Wrong, huh?"

  "Uh-huh." He leaned forward, brought their faces closer together.

  "So we shouldn't do this?" Don's lips touched his, the gentle kiss sparking brightly.

  "No." He wrapped one hard around Don's nape, tugging them together. This kiss was less gentle, more about learning if that chemistry was real or just late night maple syrup.

  Don's lips parted beneath his, the electricity between them sudden and undeniable. His tongue slipped in, the tip touching Don's before slipping back and tracing the curve of that soft bottom lip.

  Don's groan filled his mouth, a soft hand landing on his shoulder, Don's fingers curling on his skin. He scooted forward, deepening the kiss, letting his tongue press deeper. Don's other hand landed on his head, grabbing hold of his hair as Don opened right up to him.

  Fuck. He'd never once have imagined sweet, gentle Don as this... needy, forward man. It was hot as hell and he met that passion head on.

  Don moved out of his chair, kneeling in front of Jeff and pressing close as the kisses deepened even further. Oh, thank God. These chairs weren't going to hold both of them. He wrapped his arms around Don, gathering the slim body close.

  He could feel Don's cock pressing against his belly thro
ugh their clothes, the heat and hardness confirming what the kisses were telling him. His body was equally as hard, as interested, as needy.

  Don fed him a needy, hungry little noise, body humping against his.

  "Want you." He groaned the word against those soft lips as he reached down, cupped that sweet cock.

  "Oh, damn." Don bucked into his touch, the words hardly more than needy sounding whimpers.

  He pushed his fingers into the loose sweats Don wore, wrapped his fingers around Don's erection, and started tugging, pulling in steady, sure pulls.

  "Oh, God." Don's breath stuttered, his whole body going tight for a moment. Then he moaned softly and began to move, pushing into Jeff's hand.

  That was it. Just like that. Jeff wanted to feel that.

  One hand still wrapped in his hair, the other clinging to his shoulder, Don kept moving, undulating and filling his mouth with gasps and needy moans. Jeff watched every second, watched the need and hunger in Don's face. He could... Damn.

  "Oh, please. Oh. Soon. Jeff..." The words were breathless.

  "You're okay. Come on. So hot, Don."

  "Fuck!" Don's eyes went wide, hot spunk pouring over Jeff's hand.

  He mashed their lips together again, this kiss long and slow; the only thing keeping it from being lazy was his need. Don's hands fumbled at his waist, finding and undoing the ties to his chef whites.

  "Oh, damn." He spread, nodded. "Yes, please."

  His pants were pushed down, Don going for his cock and getting a hand around it. "Oh, wow. Can I taste?"

  All he could do was groan, ass lifting from the chair in a restless little thrust. "Uh-huh."

  Don bent over him, tongue flicking out to lick across the tip of his prick.

  "Don!" The chair arms squeaked as his hands clenched.

  Don's answer was to wrap hot lips around the head, the suction sudden and oh so good. His head fell back, throat working as he pushed up, fucked Don's lips. Don took him in, hand at the base of his cock and jacking it as Don's tongue licked and slapped. Jesus, Don was good at that. Too good. Brutally good.

  Don kept sucking, kept pulling, making him feel like a million bucks, like he was fucking going to explode. His balls drew up tight, his heart skipping a beat. Don hummed, hand letting go of his cock so he could push all the way into Don's throat.

  That was all it took; Jeff shot hard, pushing into Don's mouth. Don swallowed him down, tongue busy making sure he got as much out of this orgasm as humanly possible.

  By the time Don's lips left his cock, he was panting, sweating, boneless in the chair. Don stayed kneeling in front of him, head on his thigh.

  "I. Wow. Damn." His world was spinning.

  "Uh-huh." He could feel Don's smile against his thigh. "Even your spunk tastes good. Gourmet."

  He blinked down, then cracked up, laughing hard, tickled deep down. Don grinned at him and slipped back into his own chair, adjusting himself.

  "I. I should make waffles more often."

  Donny's gaze met his, held it. "I'd like that."

  "Yeah." Damn. Just... damn.

  Donny bit his lower lip, looked like he was going to say something for a moment, but in the end, didn't.

  He reached out, touched Don's leg. "You okay? I mean, you can talk to me."

  "I just." Don cleared his throat. "I don't want you to think this is why I took the job."

  "Don, when you took the job I hadn't slept in two weeks and I was insane. No one's that masochistic."

  That had Don chuckling, clearly relaxing. "It's not going to make it weird between us, is it? I don't want things to be weird."

  "We'll just have to make sure it doesn't. I like you too much to fuck this up."

  Don nodded. "Ditto." Then Don leaned in again, lips pressing softly against his. When Don pulled back, he was smiling, eyes soft, happy.

  "You want to..." He found himself blushing. "Come talk to me while I do dishes?"

  "I'd like that. I could even dry."

  He nodded, stood, not able to stop his smile at all. "It's a deal."

  Chapter Eight

  Donny helped Robin with his blocks, grinning as Robin was able to recognize and name almost all the letters. "Good job!"

  "Good job," repeated Robin. "Cookie?"

  "How about a box of raisins?" He went to the kitchen and grabbed a snack box of raisins, giving it to Robin at the kitchen table.

  "Count them and tell me how many you have," he suggested.

  He leaned back against the counter, watching as Robin slowly counted the raisins, listening enough to correct Robin and help once Robin hit six.

  Part of his mind was rabbiting, though. He'd blown Jeff. He'd sucked his boss' cock. And he wanted to do it again. He'd been waiting all morning for Jeff to come down. Finally, he heard footsteps on the stairs, heard Jeff's whistling and his prick jerked eagerly in his jeans.

  "No one came and woke me up!"

  "Daddy Jeff!" Robin went running over to Jeff before Donny could say something silly like "I'll volunteer for that position."

  Jeff scooped the boy up, kissed his nose. "Good morning, son. Don. How's Miss Kimberley?"

  He gave Jeff a warm smile, telling himself to stop acting like a moonstruck teenager. "She's good." She was swinging, half asleep.

  "And how are you?" Jeff's eyes were so warm.

  "I'm good, too." Falling in love a little, no matter how silly or dangerous or stupid it was.

  "Excellent." Jeff was looking at him like he was the center of the world. Wow.

  He found himself smiling goofily at Jeff.

  "You guys want something amazing for lunch or..." Those pretty eyes danced. "Do we want to go get a burger and play on the bouncy castles?"

  "Bouncy castle!" Don and Robin shouted it out together.

  "Well, what are we waiting for?"

  "Do you need something to eat before we go?" He also needed to get Kimberley's go bag, make sure there was a fresh bottle in it, more than one diaper -- you didn't want to be caught short -- a couple juice boxes and some snacks for Robin, a change of clothes for both kids just in case...

  "I'll grab a cup of coffee. I have the diaper bag and Robin's backpack ready."

  "Oh wow, really?" Man, that was awesome, not to have to worry about that. Not that he minded, really, but it was cool having another pair of hands and another grown up thinking about that kind of thing. "Cool. We're ready to go, then."

  "Excellent. I thought we'd walk down, have burgers at Dave's, then the fun is only a block down."

  Jeff put Robin down. "Get your shoes on and let me grab a cuppa."

  "Sounds perfect." Don got his own shoes on, feeling so happy -- like he was really a member of the family and not just the nanny. And Jeff had included him before they'd... gotten each other off. Which meant this was more than just because of that.

  He went into the kitchen, stopping as he watched Jeff dance Kimberley around in one arm, coffee in the other. Oh man. It made him warm inside to see that, made his heart beat a little faster. He was definitely falling for Jeff; seeing this just made it that much easier to do.

  She laughed, the sound pure happiness, and Jeff grinned. "That's right, baby. We're going to go out and play."

  "She's a joy, isn't she?" He was smiling so hard it almost hurt.

  "She's amazing." Jeff danced toward him, dropped a soft kiss on his mouth. "Good morning, Don."

  No one had ever called him Don but Jeff.

  He licked his lips, gave Jeff a warm smile. "Good morning." It was. It was a really good morning. "Yes."

  Kimberley turned and grabbed his shirt in her tiny grip, holding him.

  "Hey, pretty girl." He stayed there, close to Jeff, making faces at the beautiful baby. She cooed and wiggled, flirting madly. She was going to be a heartbreaker.

  "Are you trying to steal Don, baby girl?"

  "There's no stealing here -- she already has my heart." He grinned. "The only girl who ever has." Okay, so he loved his sisters, but this was different;
Kimberley wasn't related.

  "See? You're magical." Jeff blew a soft raspberry on her tiny neck, making her squeal.

  That sound had Robin barreling in. "Me too, Daddy Jeff!"

  Donny laughed. Robin did love his getting raspberries.

  Jeff handed Kimberley over, then stalked Robin, playing hard. Don was still laughing as he followed them slowly. It was so good, seeing Jeff relaxing and playing with the kids. It was amazing, the way they were all becoming a family. It was so much more than he'd ever hoped for when he'd decided to become a nanny.

  He got Kimberley's sweater on and grabbed the backpack, putting in on and sliding her in it. She laughed and giggled at him, the sweet girl almost always in a good mood if she wasn't hungry, tired, or in need of a diaper change.

  "Okay, let's go, guys. I am starving." Jeff scooped Robin up. "I think we should have frog burgers!"

  "Do you think if we have frog burgers we'll start hopping all around?" Donny asked. Hopping was one of Robin's favorite outdoor activities.

  "Hopping!" There he went. Boing. Boing. Boing. In Jeff's arms, his feet right at Jeff's balls.

  Donny winced and hoped no harm came to them; he wanted to love on them. God, he had it bad. He'd known from the start that Jeff was good-looking, but the way he was feeling now had kind of snuck up on him.

  Jeff scooted Robin up higher as they wrangled the stroller out of the garage. "It's a beautiful day."

  "It is. The nicest day ever." Donny was practically skipping for Christ's sake.

  "I don't know, Don. Last night was fabulous."

  Oh. Yeah. He smiled even wider, nodded. "Yeah, yeah, it was."

  Jeff looked at him, gave him a burning smile.

  Donny beamed back. He was in so much fucking trouble.

  Chapter Nine

  Exhausted. They were exhausted. He was exhausted, Kimberley and Robin were exhausted, and he could tell Don was exhausted. It had been totally worth it, though.