"Well," Trevor said, far too smug for a man currently fused to his husband, "I think that's a sibling secured."
Lucas groaned. "No. You don't get to be proud of that sentence."
Trevor nuzzled the side of his throat, utterly unrepentant. "Come on. That was easily the most effective attempt. Statistically speaking."
"We have a child," Lucas muttered, hoarse. "Already. One. Singular."
"Oh no," Trevor whispered. "You said the child wasn't coming alone. I distinctly remember those words. I take contracts very seriously."
Lucas threw an arm over his face. "That was the heat speaking. Sebastian's going to destroy us. He already thinks he's king."
"Perfect," Trevor said, too brightly. "We'll raise him a court."
Lucas didn't dignify that with a reply.
"Just imagine it," Trevor continued, dragging his fingers lazily down Lucas's stomach, smugness practically dripping from him. "A little sibling with your frown and my good hair. Chaos squared."
"Trevor."
"Or twins."
"Trevor."
