Mikkel just buried himself in Fredrik's chest while people talked about families. He didn't even like to think about the subject.

Aarne glanced up and then around the table. The club was packed and the likelihood of finding an empty chair to pull up to the table was low. Aarne grinned and scooted back to pat his thigh. "You can sit in my lap, Ulrik."

It was a cheeky request but a friendly one. Syn glanced up and then at Mick and Ted. They had to make space.

Mikkel was the one who brought up the idea while giggling. "Ted, why don't you let Sydney sit in your lap so Ivar has a seat?"

The blonde singer turned so red but wasn't opposed to it. Sure the man was married but this was innocent enough.