Ford’s body heated at the memory. “Mmmm.” Ford licked his lips and felt his cock thicken. “It was pretty hot, but I have something a lot more PG in mind.” He stepped out of Sawyer’s reach before they ended up fucking on the table. “Mom hasn’t texted that she’s home from errands, so I thought maybe we could go get some shopping in. We have some things we could use for our house. Also, I have a coupon from Bed Bath & Beyond.”
Sawyer chuckled. “Gosh, we do sound domesticated,” he teased. “When did that happen?”
Ford shrugged. “Not sure, but it’s not so bad. Is it?”
“It’s kind of sexy.” Sawyer got to his feet and pulled Ford in for a kiss. Ford snaked a hand around his neck, feathering it in Sawyer’s hair. His tongue slowly danced along Sawyer’s.
Ford groaned and pulled back. “We better get out of here, or we’ll be marking it off that we had sex in your office.”
“You’ll get no objections from me,” Sawyer said.
“Maybe tomorrow.” Ford winked at him, and they both laughed.
Sawyer grabbed his car keys, and they left the office. They were very domesticated, but Ford didn’t care. He loved it. This life with Sawyer and the kids was more than he’d ever imagined.
Ford surveyed the models of Instant Pots that were on the display counter. Sawyer was off grabbing the mop they needed, and when he returned, Ford looked up. “There are way too many choices here,” he said and then laughed. “Do you want the one that also is a slow cooker? Do you want the Yogurt option? Do you want the 6 quart? Or, maybe the 8 quart? My head’s spinning.”
Sawyer chuckled. “Just grab one. Does it really matter?”
Ford’s jaw dropped in disbelief, and it brought another chuckle out of Sawyer. “I can’t believe you just asked that, like, I don’t even know you right now.”
The look Sawyer gave him said he thought Ford was a couple of beers short of a six pack. Ford threw his head back and laughed. “I’m kidding, but Owen said I should get one especially for the days when we are super busy. We can pop dinner in before we leave in the morning and let it slow cook until it’s time for dinner.” He patted the one that he was closest to. “Haven’t you seen those videos on Instagram, especially the one with the ribs?”
Sawyer nodded. “If you think so, then by all means… just grab one, babe.”
Ford snickered because Sawyer sounded like he couldn’t care less. Ford pulled out his phone and googled which one was the best to get, but the answer didn’t help. It felt like he just read that all monkeys were mammals, but not all mammals were monkeys. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and grabbed both the Instant Pot and Crock Pot and ignored Sawyer’s laughter. Right as he placed them in their cart, his phone started ringing. He grabbed it out of his pocket again.
“It’s Mom,” he said, before answering it.
“Hey, Mom. You done shopping? We just need to grab a few things at Bed Bath & Beyond, then we’ll be over to get Callum. Gav and Savie are getting the bus straight home today.” Ford pointed to a slow cooker recipe guide, and Sawyer grabbed one for him and put it in the cart.
“Mom, are you there?” Ford pulled the phone from his ear to check.
His mom released a sob, and Ford’s heart caught. “Mom, is everything okay? Where’s Dad?”
“They took Callum.” Her words were barely above a whisper. “They took him.” Her voice broke followed by a sob.
He froze. He could hear her crying now. “What do you mean they took Callum? Who took Callum? Where are you?” He shot a look at Sawyer. Sawyer stood up straight, his eyes bored into him, demanding to know what was happening.
Ford left his cart and ran out of the store, Sawyer hot on his heels. As soon as they were out the door, they hurried out to the car.
“Mom, what’s going on? Who took Callum?” Ford could feel Sawyer’s eyes on him asking for details.
“I… I… I don’t know. It all happened so fast.” She started to sob and was now blubbering on the other end of the line, so much so, he didn’t know what she was saying.
“Where are you?” Ford snapped. They jumped into the car, and Sawyer started it up.
“Mason’s Grocery,” she sniffed. “H… hurry.”
“On our way.” He hung up the call. “Go to Mason’s Grocery.”
“What’s going on?” Sawyer tried to hide his panic, but failed.
“I don’t know. All I got out of her was that someone took Callum, and she’s at the grocery store.” Ford turned and looked out the window. He tried to swallow the terror trying to overtake him, but it wasn’t working. Ford felt like a ship in the ocean at the mercy of a storm.
Please God, don’t let anything happen to our child. Please.
Ford hadn’t prayed in a long time. Not in any real way. Saying a prayer to find a parking spot when you drove into Denver didn’t count.
“Who would take an innocent baby?” Sawyer whispered.
He knew Sawyer wasn’t really asking, but only one person came to mind. Ford didn’t want to believe that Larry would take their child, but he had tried everything else already. He was really the only person that made sense. A small voice said Cynthia, but Ford shook his head. She had been sent back to New York last they’d heard.
Sawyer reached out and grabbed hold of Ford’s hand, and Ford turned to look at him. He could see a tear had slid down Sawyer’s face. Ford swallowed past the lump in his throat. How could they be put through another test? This wasn’t fair to either of them, and it wasn’t fair to the children.
Sawyer pointed to the customer service desk, and they hurried up to it. “Excuse me, do you know anything
