CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FIFTY-SEVEN
“He’s not that little,” Mari said with a pointed shrug.
“Point taken,” Blane said.
“There is no biological imperative for humans or fairies to sleep through the night,” Mari said. “The little Olympian God is going to be hard to convince that he should do what you want him to do.”
“He is very sweet,” Blane said. “Neither boy is defiant. I’ve never seen either one of them turn down a request from us. They like to get along with everyone.”
“Family trait,” Mari grinned.
“Hedone?” Blane nodded.
“Yours,” Mari said.
Blane chuckled in earnest. With his laugh, a door opened off the kitchen. Nelson came out carrying Wyn. Nelson’s hair was mussed and he was wearing the flannel pajamas that Heather had given him. Blane held out his arms, and Nelson set Wyn into his arms.
“Da,” Wyn said in a croak. “Froot, Da. Hot.”
“Poor Wyn,” Blane said.
Blane put his son’s head on his chest. Wyn pressed his warm body into his father’s chest. Blane could smell Nelson’s fancy shampoo on his hair. He looked at Nelson.
“You bathed him?” Blane asked.
“All of them,” Nelson said. “The little ones went in the bath together. Easy. Drying them off was a trick , but Papa helped.”
“Not Mari?” Blane asked.
“She was helping Abi get Honey walking again,” Nelson said.
Nelson gave a quick shake of his head and his eyes went to the ceiling to indicate that he had no idea what that meant. Blane gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head.
“I’m glad you’ve come,” Nelson said.
He reached out to touch Blane’s arm.
“I knew Wyn needed his bottle,” Blane said.
“Liar,” Mari said with a snort.
Shaking her head, she walked out of the kitchen leaving them looking at each other.
“It’s hard to …” Blane said.
“Ask for what you need?” Nelson asked.
“To need,” Blane said. He sighed. “Anything.”
Nelson nodded. He leaned forward and kissed Blane’s cheek.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Nelson said. “What can I do?”
“Hun-gy,” Wyn said. “Mommy?”
“She’s in Olympia,” Blane said.
“’S okay, Da,” Wyn said. “Love you.”
Wyn patted Blane’s chest. The wise old man faded, and the baby Wyn whimpered. Wyn pressed his face into Blane’s chest.
“Val said that she brought …” Blane said.
Nelson pulled a bottle of breast milk with a little oatmeal out of the refrigerator. He made quick work of warming it. Wyn took the bottle and settled down in Blane’s arms.
“Come on,” Nelson said.
He gestured to the room he’d come from. Blane followed him into what turned out to be a small guest room off the kitchen. Nelson sat down with his back against the backboard of the bed. He patted the space in front of him.
“What about Wyn?” Blane asked.
“You can hold him,” Nelson said. “I’ll hold you.”
Nelson shrugged. Blane felt his internal homophobia rise.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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