Adam laughed like anyone else, he just didn't do it as often. He'd try for a smile, but mostly stuck with his signature smirk if he even emoted at all.

Which was why it was weird as all hell to find him slumped against the kitchen counter wheezing with laughter that was too full for his body to contain. He gripped at his chest and coughed deeply, but only started up all over again.

Anna giggled and flounced up to watch closer. "What's so funny?"

He handed her his phone and slid down the counter with his head in his hand, trying to speak but only squeaking, "Fuck, man."

Anna read through it twice and burst out laughing. "Whoever made this is a fucking legend!"

Adam was practically crying, his eyes were bloodshot when he finally caught his breath. "I've been in the kitchen trying to cook for over an hour, and every— every time I think of it I laugh. The transmasc memes are coming back and I am here for it."

She settled next to him and giggled more. It really was funny, but it brought up a question she was comfortable asking. "Can I ask a possibly stupid sheltered trans girl question?"

He nodded and hooked an arm around her. "Of course. You're not stupid and you can ask me anything." He planted kisses on her that dissolved into more laughter. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why this has me in stitches." That only made him laugh harder thinking of top surgery and he rested his burning face on Anna's cool skin. "Go ahead, baby. I swear I'm listening."

"A lot of transmascs use a Stand to Pee or get bottom surgery. Why didn't you?"

She felt him raise an eyebrow as his laughter evaporated. "Because I don't need the extra validation. I'm blessed enough to just have this absolute certainty—," He gripped her waist and drifted his hands down her sides as he nipped at her neck only to growl, "I am a man, dammit. Whatever kind of chemical bullshit that happened when I was born made it that way even if I didn't get put in the right body. It's how I think, it's how I interact with people. It's how I eat, it's how I breathe. It's not to say I don't have dysphoria, I do. It's becoming less and less every day we're all together, and then it comes roaring back. But it's just how most people treat me now. He/Him are my pronouns and that's just what they are. The boys wrestle and shove at me, you ladies are always flirting and rubbing up on me to get my attention. It's just how the world is. Jezibel is dead, she died a brutal, bloody death at my own hands."

He felt her blush against his lips and pulled away to see her crimson with bright eyes. "What?"

Anna bit her lip and nuzzled into his neck. "Nothing. You're just so fucking sexy I can't stand it, Daddy. You've gotta stop it."

"My certainty is... hot?" He mumbled cautiously. "Don't people find that disconcerting that I don't have a massive, throbbing—?"

"Ah! Stop it!" Anna slammed her hands between her legs and gave him a nasty glare. "You're not doing a good job of not being hot!"

"I was gonna say a massive, throbbing fuck to give." He smirked at her and leaned until their noses were touching. "Don't blame me for your arousal. Didn't you just do your Estrogen?"

She huffed and wrinkled her nose. "Daddy."

"Hm?"

"We have company," She whispered against his lips. Sometimes she couldn't help herself, she had to run her fingertips over his neck and up to the shell of his ears. She had to drag her tongue along his upper lip. He glowered, but that only meant she was turning him on. "Behave."

He grumbled at her, gripping her hip harder. "I already know we have company. And I'm going to flirt with you whenever I so damn please, Little Girl," He whispered sharply. "You're mine to flirt with. Understood?"

Anna fell apart in his hands like a clump of sand. Her swoon was so sweet he wanted to buy her roses. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He cleared his throat and looked towards the basement. "Whoever's eavesdropping can come out now, you nosy little fuck."

Jacob poked his head up from the stairs and rolled his eyes. "I was waiting politely for you guys to either find a place to fuck or a lull in the conversation. Not eavesdropping."

Adam chuckled. "Right. Sit." Jacob plopped down on the floor and Adam's grin grew. "Over here, goofy."

Jacob snorted and crawled over to sit next to them. "Okay, now what?"

Adam motioned him closer menacingly and Jacob flushed, looking to Anna for help. "He's in a mood from his dosage increase," She assured. "Just go with it."

He was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and Adam stared directly into his soul. "I'm thinking about how cute you looked crawling to me. I think I'm going to make you crawl when you want my attention."

Jacob groaned and slumped against him. "This day just keeps getting better."

He started chuckling, then outright laughing and Jacob's brows tented with worry. He keeled over and Anna crawled over to snuggle up to Jacob with kisses and nuzzles. "He's laughing at a meme."

Jacob flipped her to cradle in his arms and brush her hair out of her face tenderly. "Sweet babygirl." His eyes darted up as Adam started to cough, curling up into a ball on the floor probably as a preparation for death and he smiled warily. "I have a good life."