Lucian’s POV
The smirk on Roman’s lips widened as he said, "Oh! It’s truly so easy, and the most effective method to date, and enjoyable for both parties...uhm..."
I stuffed a tomato in his mouth before he could say more. "Shut up! Unless you want me to flip this entire home upside down."
Roman finally submitted, and I looked at Kael to explain him. "It was..."
"As long as it’s fine with you," Kael said and walked away with the bottle of water.
What? What did he mean? Does he know it?
I looked at the other two. "You two, you told him?"
"I’m sure he just guessed it given how you and Rafe are always at it...though with words," Roman said. "Or he just didn’t want to bother knowing, since you were so adamant on not letting me reveal it. You know Kael never forced us to say what we don’t want to."
Later must be the case. I thought.
I finally calmed down. Not like what I did with Rafe was something bad, nor something I regretted, but somehow I didn’t want to talk about it.
I looked at Rafe, who was checking on his cat. The bastard seemed to have already forgotten everything. So I should as well.
Let’s focus on the little guy. It brought back the smile on my lips, and focus back to cooking.
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Roman’s POV
"Hey bud, come here," we heard Rafe as he called for Raven, who was sitting on the sofa quietly, while Kael looked lost on what to do with the kid.
Throughout the journey, Rafe had called him Bud, so Raven was aware of who he was calling for.
Raven went to him, and I saw Eira looking at him.
Rafe was kneeling next to Vixen’s box, caressing the kittens with his fingers.
"Want to hold one?" He asked Raven.
In response, Raven looked at Eira. Their gazes met silently.
Lucian had told him he had to take permission from Eira to touch her pets, and the kid remembered it.
"Ah! Don’t worry, this cat is my pet as well. She and I share this one," Rafe said, realizing what the issue was. "But, if you want, you can ask her."
Raven simply looked at her, and we waited to hear him.
Rafe was trying to make him speak, but...There was only silence from him.
Does he truly not talk?
Eira didn’t reply to him, and waited for him to speak. She had understood the assignment.
Moments passed by, but nothing. He simply stared at her with a calm gaze.
It was as if she knew why he was looking at her so she should reply without him asking her.
But then, finally, realizing he was not going to talk, Rafe seemed to decide to give up, not to pressure him too much.
"Alright. Let me ask on your behalf," Rafe said and looked at Eira, "Hey Caldwell, can my boy touch our cat and her babies?"
"He can," she replied, not breaking eye contact with Raven. "But only for five minutes. If he needs more time, he has to ask me himself."
"Well, that will do," Rafe replied and turned to Raven. "Did you hear her? You have five minutes. Go on."
Raven sat next to the box and Rafe handed him over one kitten. We all watched him. He caressed the kitten in his small hands, his thoughts unknown.
"This reminds me, we are yet to name the kittens," Rafe said, and looked at Eira, "Caldwell, two are females and two are males. So how about Bitch and Witch for the females and Jerk and Rascal for the males?"
"Shut up!" she said coldly, keeping her tone in check in front of the kid.
We all couldn’t help but smile. Rafe was at it again, infuriating Eira. The most interesting thing to watch whenever we could.


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