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He was going to fucking kill Devin, Jason thought as he sat there, staring at the twins that played him so fucking well. He never should have looked beneath that bed, but he’d looked everywhere else for them and…
God, he should have fucking known better.
“We need more chocolate,” Abbi said with a firm nod as she reached over and grabbed a handful of M&Ms and tossed them into the large mixing bowl overflowing with ice cream and a shitload of toppings.
Using a mixing spoon, Dustin scooped up some ice cream, took a bite and shook his head. “More hot fudge,” the little boy that had tied him up, said as Jason laid there, seething with rage.
“You know what I think Mommy needs, Daddy?”
“What’s that, baby girl?” Devin absently asked as he searched for the bacon.
“Fluffiness, Daddy,” Abbi said, drawing his attention away from the fridge to find his baby girl nodding solemnly. “She needs fluffiness.”
“She has fluffiness,” Devin said with a pointed look at the large German Shepherd currently sleeping on his back in the middle of the floor.
“She needs more, Daddy,” she said with a sad shake of her head.
“No,” he said, chuckling as he returned his attention the refrigerator only to find his son standing in front of him, taking over the search.