Husband With Benefits
Chapter 690: Marry A Frost

Chapter 690: Marry A Frost

"I’m going to marry a Frost when I grow up."

Caius, who had just popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth, nearly choked at Dora’s sudden declaration. His eyes widened in alarm as he processed her words. After all, the only Frost anywhere near Dora’s age was... well, him.

Seeing the scandalized expression on his face, Dora couldn’t help but roll her eyes in exasperation. "Relax," she said with a smirk, waving off his concern. "You’re safe. I’m your aunt, after all."

Caius blinked, staring at the girl in front of him as if she had suddenly grown a second head. She barely came up to his shoulder, and she was younger than him by a few years. He frowned in confusion, trying to make sense of what she was saying. "What are you talking about? How can you be my aunt?" "What are you talking about? How can you be my aunt?" he asked, his skepticism evident.

Dora huffed, clearly annoyed by his lack of understanding. "This is the problem with civilians," she muttered, crossing her arms. "They don’t teach you anything about lineage or family trees. Your biological mom was my half-cousin... which makes me your aunt. I was your aunt the day I was born!"

Caius stared at her for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Alright, alright, Auntieeee," he said, drawing out the word with a teasing grin.

Dora’s face scrunched up in displeasure as she immediately scolded him, "Don’t call me Auntie! It makes me sound old!"

Caius chuckled at her reaction, shaking his head as he popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth. "Whatever you say... Auntie Dora," he teased, knowing full well it would annoy her. This was fun! The mighty Dora had actually handed him something to tease her with on a platter.

He watched as she rolled her eyes in frustration, clearly deciding that ignoring him was the best course of action. Caius followed her gaze as it settled on her next target, which just so happened to be his Uncle Lucifer. His grin widened even further as he settled back into his seat, popping more popcorn into his mouth. This might actually turn out to be good entertainment and keep his mind away from the fact that his parents had actually sent him over because they wanted to have more time to themselves.

While he was happy that his mom and dad were happy, he needed to be grossed out about how they were always ’making moony eyes’ at each other. Yuck. And now that he was here, he always had to witness Uncle Lucy and Aunt Angel do the same at each other. Agter observing his uncles doting on his aunts, he had come to one conclusion... The Frost men were all crazy. And according to Uncle Demetri, it was passed onto them from their great grandfathers and all. So this ’disease’ was heriditary. Shaking his head, he turned to look at Uncle Lucifer, expertly handling Dora as she claimed that she would marry a Frost...

"Well, if you want to marry a Frost when you grow up, you can marry Vinny..."

Caius chuckled at the grimace on Dora’s face then and outright laughed when she complained," Uncle Lucy! That is gross! Vinny poops almost every hour!"

"Well, he’ll grow out of it, Dora..." Lucien pointed out, as he suppressed his own smile...

"Ew ew ew! I am not going to marry someone younger than me! Come on, Lucy! You have to find me a Frost. Maybe you have some long lost family branch? Like your grandfather’s cousin or something? Or maybe your great grandfather’s illegetimate child...

Lucien shook his head at that," Sorry, Dora darling. All Frosties are out of stock..."

Dora’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, and Lucien, seeing her dejection, added, "Okay, I’ll tell you what. There are other good men who aren’t Frosts."

"Like who?" Dora demanded, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Like your father," Lucien replied with a gentle smile. "He’s an amazing man, isn’t he?"

Dora looked at Lucien skeptically, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What’s your point, Lucy?"

"My point is," Lucien continued, leaning in as if sharing a secret, "once you grow up, how about we throw any good men your way? Hmm?"

Dora tilted her head, considering his words with the seriousness only a child could muster. "But they have to be really good, Lucy. Like, Frost-level good. And I draw the line at them wearing diapers," she insisted, clearly not ready to let go of her original plan.

"That means Vinny is out of the running, Aunty?"

Dora glared at him," Of course he is. And if you call me aunty one more time, you will regret it!"

"Aunty, aunty!!"

Dora’s glare intensified as Caius gleefully chanted, "Aunty, aunty!" so she reached out to swat at him. But he predicted her move and quickly dodged, popping to his feet and darting across the room. Determined to make him pay for his teasing, she chased after him.

"You’re going to regret this, Caius Frost!"

As she raced after him, she misjudged her footing, and her ankle twisted sharply beneath her. She fell to the floor with a yelp of pain.

Caius skidded to a stop, his playful grin vanishing as he turned to see Dora clutching her ankle, tears forming in her eyes. "Dora!" he shouted, rushing back to her side while Lucien had already moved to pick her up as he said," I’ll go get the ice."

Dora tried to blink back her tears but could not help but sniffle as she felt the pain in her ankle. Caius hovered near her, guilt written all over his face.

"I’m sorry, Dora. I didn’t mean for this to happen."

Dora sent a glare his way before looking away. She was going to blame him!

Caius felt his worry grow as he watched Dora sit there, her arms crossed, clearly not ready to forgive him. He crouched down beside her, trying to catch her eye. "Dora, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you fall."

Still, she wouldn’t look at him.

He hesitated, then tried a different approach. "What if... what if I help you find the best possible groom in the future as well? I’ll help you seive the good ones from the bad ones? Hmm?"

Dora’s pout faltered, just slightly. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye, but remained silent.

Caius sensed a crack in her resolve and hurriedly pressed on, "I mean, you’ll need someone to help you filter out the bad ones, right? I can help with that. I know what makes a good Frost—or at least, I’ll know by the time you’re ready to get married. And I’ll make sure no one gets through unless they’re worthy of you."

Finally, Dora turned her head to fully look at him, still pouting but clearly considering his offer. "You’d really do that?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Caius nodded earnestly. "Absolutely. I promise I’ll help you find the best guy out there. No diapers, no gross habits—just someone as awesome as you are."

"Alright," she said begrudgingly. "But you better keep your word, Caius Frost. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it." She raised her hand, pinky finger and all and Caius quickly put his finger against her, promising something he would definitely regret in the future.

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