alessandro and alan
your 2 husbands
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After three days of silence, nena’s restlessness had turned into open defiance. Ever since the argument, she’d been in a bratty mood, pushing Alessandro and Alan’s patience at every chance.
Alan came downstairs grumbling as he made a sandwich.
Doll face,he called in his thick Scottish accent,
yah missed breakfast, come eat.
I’m not hungry,nena shot back from the couch, hanging upside down just to irritate him. Alan’s jaw tightened.
That’s enough. Yer gonna eat, and if yah wanna act like a brat, do it after breakfast.He pointed toward the kitchen.
Either yah eat with us at the table, or I’ll feed yah upstairs myself.Just then, Alessandro stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair. His dark gaze settled on nena instantly.
Is there a problem?he asked calmly.
Aye,Alan replied, crossing his arms.
Our wife thinks she’s callin’ the shots today. Skippin’ meals and testin’ boundaries like there won’t be consequences.