Not good.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Cat needs to get some more gifts.”
“No, she doesn’t. Rafael has seen how many gifts Cat has. It’s enough to fill a container. So what did you guys really want to do?” the Scot asked.
Do not panic.
You have this. You will not crumple under interrogation.
“You think I’m the weak link, don’t you?” she said. “Well, I’ll never tell! No matter what you do to me!”
“Easy, Immy,” the Scot soothed as Tobias glanced up at them with a frown. “You keep your secret, doll. I’m certain it will all come out in the end.”
It certainly would.
An hour later,Immy was smiling widely as she raced down the sledding track.
“That was so much fun!” she cried.
Cat smiled at her while leaning against Alejandro. The guys had all come out to watch them. Immy got off and threw herself at Jenner who caught her with a laugh.
“Enjoying it, baby girl?” Jenner asked.
“Yes! So much! Again! Again!”
Maeve had started getting cold so Gray had taken her inside, giving her concerned looks.
Immy didn’t think it would be long until Gray learned the full truth. She couldn’t wait because she hated keeping a secret like this. It hurt her tummy.
Although when she was flying down the slope, she wasn’t really thinking about any of that. All she was doing was having fun.
“I think you’ve had enough,” Jenner told her. “You don’t want to get too tired.”
“I’m not tired,” Immy told him.
Jenner shot her a look. He worried too much, she was fine. She wasn’t tired and she didn’t need to rest.
“Remember, you’re having a nap this afternoon,” Jenner said. “And it’s getting late.”
Unicorn poop.
She’d forgotten about that. What time was it? It was hard to tell since it got dark so early here. “What time is it?”
“Close to three. When is the last time you ate?” Jenner asked.
“I had a sandwich before we came out. See? I’m a good girl, Daddy. No coal in my stocking.”
“Of course not. Although a good girl wouldn’t pretend to be napping while she was wrapping presents, would she?” Jenner said.
“I don’t think we have to keep bringing that up, Daddy,” Immy scolded. “You have got to learn to let things go.”
“Come on, baby, time to go inside and have a nap,” he told her firmly.
“One more go. Please,” she begged. “When will I have the chance to go sledding again?”
“Probably tomorrow,” he said dryly.
“But there could be a storm and there is other stuff going on and the sled is already here, and I have on all of my sledding stuff. Please,” she begged.
