"You speak Spanish? I only speak a little." Axel spoke what he knew and the two phrases translated to where are my drugs? and I only like horny bitches. Neither of which are sentences Teddy should use but he still babbled in return, happy and excited. Axel smiled at him and carried him to the crib, lowering the side so he could put him in easily He fidgeted and squirmed so Axel leaned over, pulling his blanket up and gently singing to him, watching as he started to relax and settle nicely.

"I learned to mimic it. I lived with a family that spoke Spanish for a while, I used to do their deliveries." Axel explained as he watched Teddy's eyes slowly close and he settled down, all comfortable and wrapped up. "No cop would ever pull over an eight year old because they suspect they're dealing." Especially not a white kid. He was pretty sure that was all they ever wanted him for. "I also know Money please." He laughed and turned to Hartley, clearly amused.

"My Spanish is good enough to earn me a kiss?" Axel was a little stunned, especially by how casual he was being about it so Axel decided to try and make this situation a little less awkward. Firstly, he backed Hartley out of this room because Mick would kill them for being in here and doing that. He left the door half open and once they were in the living room, he kissed Hartley again. Slow, soft, tender. He dragged it out as long as he could and--

His phone rang and Axel whined, breaking away and answering it. "Mick? Yeah, no, he's asleep. All safe. Changed. Yes. Thanks. Bye."

"You're too formal but I like it, it's cute." Axel reached out and took Hartley's hand, not mentioning that Mick had literally told him no funny business and that was exactly what they were doing. Rather than risking this escalating, he just pushed Hartley down onto the couch and whacked a random movie on, dropping onto the couch by him, close enough to touch still. "I like you, pretty boy. Maybe one day we'll get to make out without Mick looming over us."