#Chapter182
Deacon's P.O.V
/"So how is he doing?/" Blake asked as he took a seat next to me. His eyes were on the duo that sat at the coffee table, feeding each other their desserts.
They had come to the genius conclusion between them that if they both chose a different after-dinner treat and shared, then they were technically having two desserts. I couldn't fault their logic. I just wasn't so sure that Blake was thrilled about the mess they were making. Isaac was trying to feed Oz, but he wouldn't hold his spoon any other way than sideways and he kept dropping the ice cream.
/"Better,/" I said at last, watching as frustration began to build on his face before he slammed the spoon on the coffee table, using the tips of his fingers to scoop some out and offer it to Oz. I wasn't sure who cringed the most out of Blake and I when Oz happily licked it off before mimicking the movement with his cheesecake, holding it out to his brother, who did the same.
