Sending her a glare, I made my way back to my seat. Mrs Armstrong tapped my arm when I passed her seat. It was a silent thank you for dealing with Charlie and saving her from doing it.

Noticing that the little traitor had ditched and discarded me for Lana's lap, I stuck my tongue out at him again. He stuck his out back and giggled at my funny face.

Stone and Brennan were also back at the table, acting like nothing had happened. Like there was not a serious phone call about five minutes ago.

A large hand made its way onto my leg as soon as I sat down. I looked down at the tattooed skull before I met the obsidian eyes.

"You were not lying you when you said you love kids." Stone chuckled.

"Not when I have to take them to the bathroom, I don't." I joked before then answering seriously "I do love kids. They are small non-judgemental humans with big imaginations that have fun all day. What is there not to like?"

"So, you were also telling the truth when you said you wanted a load of kids?"

"A small army of them." I confirmed before explaining "Enough of them to help me steal all the books out of a library in one go."

He let out a deep laugh and shook his head at me.

I joined in with his laugher even though I was serious. Children had tiny arms and probably could not carry a lot of books so I would have to pop out a good few.

"I have no idea why you are laughing." I jested "When I do have kids then I will be dropping them off at their Uncle Lurch's."

As soon as I said the words, a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach built up and I instantly regretted saying what I did.

It hurt to think of him being something so insignificant in my future life.

Stone's eyes darkened and one of his hands clenched. It was a look of determination like a dictatorial leader ruling with an iron fist. It was like he was about to proclaim something that was determined and inevitable.

"I am not going to be their uncle, Medusa." He bit out.

"You are right." I agreed before trying to land a blow to his ego "You are just not cool enough to step up and be the cool uncle for my kids."

He growled lowly so only the two of us could hear "I can't be."

I indulged him "Why not?"

"I am going to be their dad." He stated, his rough tone pronouncing every syllable of his sentence.

My eyes grew in size. I could feel the shock of his statement on my face. My brown irises were already larger than normal, so I imagined them looking like two large chocolate buttons as I gawked at him.

I laughed his remark off "I would not bet on it."