To the Moon and Back

by N.R. Walker

But chicken nugget? He’d called Benson a chicken nugget.

“Daddy’s little astronaut.” Gideon snorted out a laugh. “Well, I guess that’s better than chicken nugget.” Toby grinned. “He can be both. A cheeky chicky nuggy astronaut.” Gideon stared at him. Oh sweet heavens, it was getting worse.

looking after baby cousins. I was all of eight years old and put in charge of a battalion of toddlers.”

the whole incident was over with, and the almost-kiss was forgotten. Well, it would be forgotten if Toby could stop thinking about it.

He pretended that compliment didn’t bolster him more than it did.

You’re already not thinking clearly because your heart is making decisions. And your dick, apparently.” Toby snorted. “Well, my heart and my dick outnumber my brain, so . . .”

Gideon was ushered into the throes of loud welcomes, a hundred questions about his work, his moustache, of course,