"P-Poof—" Casper choked violently on his whiskey, spraying droplets across the table. Zion shoved tissues at him with a disgusted grunt, wiping his sleeve.
"B-Babies?!" Casper gasped, eyes bulging. "You didn't tell me Bella was pregnant?! Oh my god, Leo, did you knock her up on your wedding night? And—and wait, if she gave birth, why didn't you call us?! Do you have a secret baby hidden somewhere?! She looked normal at Alexa's wedding—was it fake stomach?!" His voice grew shrill with each question.
"Idiot," Zion muttered, shaking his head.
"Pulshies." Leo chuckled lowly, his lips curving as he swirled the last of his whiskey. "She calls them babies. Her little plush toys. She guards them like treasure."
Casper froze, then slapped the table, laughing so loudly heads turned in their direction. "Oh my god! Pulshies?! I thought you were finally a father!" He doubled over in laughter, wiping tears from his eyes. "Leo—the great Leonardo—sharing his bed with toys?!"
