He practically tackles Connie Faraday to the floor, the actress that’s set to play the Prosper ancestor, rips open the diaper, and wrestles it on her.
“Hey!” Connie cries as he maneuvers it, fastening it in place. Once it’s fully on, Axel lies on the ground.
“Quick, do me!”
Connie huffs but opens the diaper and complies. “Lift your damn ass.”
“Language!” Randy shouts, covering his son’s ears.
Connie secures the diaper on Axel as we look on in horror.
Fiona wheels an enormous cart out from the kitchen. “Time for cake!”
Aspen sits near us, which I’m glad for because she’s so sweet.
“How are you holding up?” she asks Randy after Frankie runs off to play with a goat that’s somehow made it into the main house.
“I’ll be honest, it’s tough doing it all myself. I make enough to afford help, but no one wants to move out to Prosper.”
“Then maybe you’re looking in the wrong places,” Aspen says.
“And where should I be looking?”
“I have a friend who got himself a mail-order bride.”
“I need a nanny—not a wife.”
“Yeah, but not all the women on those sites want a husband. Sometimes, they’re just desperate.”
“And you think they’ll be good with kids?”
“I mean, you’d probably need to do a background check, but Jasmine, the woman Riftan ordered, is a gem.”
“Wait—did you just say ordered?”
Aspen giggles. “Gee, I guess that sounds terrible, but yeah.”
After eating too much cake, I open enough gifts to open a store.
“Do you know where Karmen is?” Fiona asks, holding up a baby bottle. “She’s supposed to head the next game.”
“Ah, no thank you,” Greyson barks. “I’m not sucking from that fake teat.”
I giggle as I get up from my seat. “I need to stretch my legs, so I’ll go looking for her.”
I make my way through the house, calling her name. A rustling catches my attention, and I open a door to find Karmen bent over the bed, tits out, pants down, with Duke mid-thrust.
Her mouth falls open, but before she can say anything, I slam the door closed and go back to the party.
“Did you find her?” Greyson asks.
“She ate too much cake and isn’t feeling well,” I tell him. I don’t like lying to Grey, but what I saw wasn’t my business to tell.
Though I can’t wait to hear the details.
Karmen comes out a short while later, and I give her a wink and a smirk, but I can’t help but notice her expression isn’t one of glee.
As the party comes to a close, Greyson and I thank all our guests for coming and head back to the house.
