All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Harlow’s house was a whirlwind of emotions, hugs, and excited chaos. Her husband met them at the door, wrapping her up with a soft, relieved “Congratulations, babe,” before shaking Aiden’s hand and hugging Lukas too.Her two boys barreled forward next, each promising to look after their mom. Lukas crouched to their height and said, “Good. Because she’s got two gummy bears in there and that makes her, like, a national treasure.”Harlow laughed and swatted his arm. He hugged her again while Aiden waited patiently behind him, offering Harlow a gentler, longer embrace.When they finally left, Lukas waved out the window until her front door closed.The car grew quiet.For a terrifying half‑second, Lukas let himself imagine what it would’ve felt like if the scan had been empty. How carefully he would’ve smiled. How politely he would’ve pretended not to shatter.Aiden pulled out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel. Lukas stretched his legs out, pushing a breath through his teeth, then dra

Lukas was in the middle of considering whether faking a sudden concussion would be believable when one of Aiden's cousins touched his elbow.“You can go,” he said.Lukas turned, blinking. “I—what?”“They’re clearing the guests. Cars are ready. I think Aiden's waiting for you.”The relief hit him so hard he nearly kissed the poor bastard who’d delivered the news. He caught himself at the last second and clapped a hand on the guy’s shoulder instead.“Yes,” Lukas said fervently. “Thank you. You’re my favorite person alive.”He pushed through the doors and out into the cool night air, the sounds of the reception muffling behind him. The front steps stretched down toward the drive, and at the bottom of them stood the last cluster of people still orbiting his husband.Aiden.Still beautiful. Still calm. Still wearing that damn suit like it was custom-built to ruin Lukas’s good-behavior.A small pack of his teammates had fallen into step behind him, talking over one another.“Any tips?” Luka

A few weeks later, Lukas was standing barefoot in the middle of his apartment, holding a bottle in one hand and a burp cloth in the other, trying to remember where he’d set his phone.The apartment looked like a baby store had exploded in it.Soft blankets draped over the back of the couch. A half-folded play mat permanently living on the floor. A stack of tiny socks on the coffee table that never seemed to make it to a drawer. Empty bottles drying on a rack by the sink.The whole place smelled like formula and laundry.Lukas had suggested moving approximately twelve times in the last month.They could buy something bigger. A house, maybe. Somewhere with a yard. Somewhere with parking that didn’t often require creative interpretation of street signs.Aiden had listened patiently every time and then said the same thing, just as calmly.“I like it here.”And then, inevitably: “We’ll move when we need to.”Which was how Lukas now found himself navigating around two bassinets in the livin

The best thing about being self‑employed—aside from the flexibility, the passive income, and the quiet satisfaction of never having to ask anyone’s permission—was this.When Lukas’s away games stacked up too closely together, when the schedule turned brutal and the flights stretched coast to coast, Aiden could simply decide to go with him.So he did.Flying with two infants was not something Aiden would ever describe as easy, but it was something he had learned how to manage. He boarded early, a carrier clipped securely to his chest, and a travel stroller in his hand. Bottles pre‑measured. Diapers accessible. Pacifiers clipped and accounted for. He moved through the airport with the calm efficiency of a man who had triaged far worse than delayed boarding announcements.Maeve slept through most of it, stubborn even in rest, fists tucked tight beneath her chin. Miles fussed once during takeoff, then settled as soon as Aiden adjusted the carrier and murmured quietly to him, voice low and

Everyone knew that Noah and Sterling’s wedding would be ridiculously excessive. But standing barefoot in the sand, squinting against the sun and the endless stretch of white beach, Lukas realized he’d still underestimated it.They were on a private island. An entire private island. Somewhere in French Polynesia. The geography had blurred at some point between the long flight, the boat ride, and Miles deciding the plane bathroom was the ideal place to scream.The air smelled like salt and exotic flowers. The ocean was so blue it looked fake, like someone had turned the saturation up too high. Everywhere he looked there were villas, decks, lounge chairs, all of it clearly reserved just for this weekend.Lukas let out a quiet laugh under his breath.He’d been warned, strongly, not to wander anywhere near the ceremony preparations, on pain of being assigned an actual job. So instead, he and Mac had been relegated to toddler‑wrangling duty under the shade of a massive palm near the villas