Heir Apparent

"So, what are you going to do about the title?"
Katye blinked. "What about the title?" Her husband, Hector Hadleigh-Morgan, Duke of Grimm was currently sprawled across the ample bed in his chambers on his stomach, naked from the waist up and accepting a massage from their other husband, Simon, who was completely naked. She paused to study him with an approving curl of a smile, then shook her head, refocusing. "I thought we'd decided that Rick was your heir."
"Sure," mumbled Hector from the depths of his pillow. "He's my heir. Who's yours, though? You could be really perverse and name Nolan as duke of Varin."
"I wouldn't do that to Father," Katye sighed, rubbing her hands through her short, dark auburn hair. "I guess I just assumed Rick would take them both. I mean, there's nothing against that, right? Just call him 'Duke of Grimm and Varin.'"
"It makes sense," put in Simon, "since Grimm is a title your father made for you, Hector. The actual family name should pass to the same person."
"Besides." Katye stood up to sit beside them on the bed. "Rick is far more qualified to run two estates. Nolan has trouble finding the liquor cabinet."
"Only when it's locked," sniffed Hector. "I guess I am happiest with either Rick or Ginny getting Varin. You could give it to Ginny and she and Linus can have all kinds of multicultural babies."
"They would do that anyway." Simon leaned into a tight spot in Hector's back and the duke groaned. "Ginny's pretty multicultural on her own."
"Gorets, North Ladi, South Ladi," counted Katye. "Islenya. Is there anything I'm missing?"
"I'm from one of the Galavnayan chiche families," Simon said in a small voice. "It's really far back, but the bloodline is there."
"I wondered about the cinnamon freckles," said Hector cheerfully. "Definitely not something from my side."