'Legal advice?' Cass looked up at Percy, confused for a moment before he realised what Percy ment. 'You think she'll want to take him back? Why on earth would she ship him off to live with us if that was her intention?'
But then again, it was quite clear that he didn't quite know Marietta, and that she wasn't always doing what should be done. If she had she would have told him about Aiden six years ago. He sighed. 'You're right, of course,' he said, then frowning as he realised something else. 'And we need to figure out what happens to him if something happens to me.' Not that he liked to think of it, but in the past year he'd nearly died twice - he wasn't stupid enough to realise that if there was a next time he might not wake up.
Gods, he really didn't want to think of any of this. He'd chosen, or thought he'd chosen, never to become a father just to avoid responsibilities like these. Now though, it didn't look like he had a choice any more.
When Percy mentioned money though, he snorted. 'Just what I always dreamed about - becoming a house wife. Should I attempt to learn to cook too?' he teased, though the smile died when Percy went on.
'Well hopefully none. I mean no one else. Oh fuck!' He tried to take a deep breath. 'Seriously though, what are the odds of it happening twice? Once is bad enough.' He wanted to say unusual too, but one thought of Miles stiffled that.
He nearly groaned again when he remembered the number of times he'd teased Miles about that. Perhaps it was for the best that they barely spoke any more. He wasn't sure he could handle teasing from him and Monty about this. Not yet at least.