The Righthands Underboss & Lawyer [M/M/M]

20 - Chapter Twenty - Theo Vincent's Point Of View.

Emerson came to claim the toddler, and I felt bad when he started to cry. But Emerson kept telling him he needed to eat dinner before he could sleep. Sitting down at the table, Maddox pulled a pan out of the oven and the smell of lasagna made my stomach rumble.

I hadn't honestly had a good homemade lasagna in a while.

"Looks good Emerson." Maddox said, setting it on the table out of reach of the toddler in the highchair. Ares didn't look tired now, instead he was looking at the pan of lasagna intently. Maddox shook his head, just looking at the toddler.

"Ares loves lasagna. He would eat the whole pan if we let him." Emerson said, chuckling.

"Me too." I said, agreeing with the eating of the whole pan.

Emerson cut the lasagna while Maddox grabbed plates and forks for us. He set them on the table and Emerson smiled at me as he asked if I wanted one slice or two.

"I'll take one—-"

"You best give him two, Amore. He could use it." Maddox said, cutting me off, and Emerson shrugged, dropping a second slice on the plate. He set the plate down in front of me and passed me a fork. I waited until they had their plates and Maddox started eating before I took the first bite of my dinner. It was great.

"Good, right?" Maddox said between bites.

"Yes, It's great. I'm jealous." I sighed, eating another bite.

"I'm sure Luca or Demitri can—-"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence, Maddox." I said, a little nastier than I had meant to.

"What's going on?" Maddox said, almost confused by my sudden change of attitude. I would have told him right there, but I didn't need Ares learning anymore colourful words and it being my fault.

"I'll tell you after dinner." I mumbled.

"You're right, you will." Maddox said. Before turning to his husband and commenting about how good the food was and how much he was enjoying it. I looked back down at the table, eating another bite of the lasagna.

Ares had eaten what he had and was yelling for more. Emerson cut up some more of the lasagna and put it on the tray and he just shoved it into his mouth with his fingers, chunk by chunk.

"He knows how to use a fork, but then we get into the problem that someone, Maddox, someone taught him how to use the fork to fling his food." Emerson said, giving Maddox a look before going back to looking at me while he talked.

"In my defence, it was once. I never told him to do it. I only showed him a trick."

"Once was enough." I snorted.

"Right! Now he flings anything he can get to fly with that fork." Emerson said, slightly chuckling.

"We had to buy really good paint, washable and stain proof. Pasta sauce stains if you're not careful." Maddox said, laughing.

"No doubt. It's red." I said.

"Exactly. Maddox scrubbed the wall for a bit and when he was done, it was still noticeable." Emerson said, clearly still annoyed about it.

After dinner, Emerson cleaned Ares up with a few baby wipes and a cloth before hauling him off to the bedroom for bed.

"Don't worry. Emerson will be a little while with Ares. He likes Emerson to stay while he falls asleep."

"Alright."

"Tell me what you meant at the table, Theo. Has Demitri and Luca done something to you?" Maddox said, far too much care in his voice for me.