Marcus suddenly grinned as he turned to me, his dimples appearing as he giggled. "More than Papa too?"
At his words, all three men stiffened. Damien, who was still on his knees beside Daemond, suddenly straightened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Marcus. Xavier, who had Ksaver still clinging to his chest, let out an amused chuckle. Magnus, who had his arms still wrapped around Marcus, raised a brow before glancing at me.
"Well?" he drawled teasingly. "You heard him. More than us?"
I blinked. Then, slowly, I smirked. "Much more..." I teased, and the little boys giggled while the men groaned.
"Traitor," Xavier muttered, though there was a soft smile on his lips.
Marcus beamed up at Magnus, his arms tightening around his father's neck. "Don't worry, Papa, I love you too."
Magnus froze, his mouth parting slightly. "Say that again, my Little Warrior."
