“Yeah. It was. Jesus.”
“Aela.”
Chortling in her ear, I squirreled my arm under her waist and hugged her from behind. “Wanna nap?”
“No. We have stuff to do before we head to the cemetery today.”
Shit. “I hate going there.”
“I know, but it’s tradition.”
“Fucking tradition.”
“Your ma won’t be happy if you tell her you didn’t go,” she said slyly.
“It should be illegal to talk about that while my cock’s still inside you.”
“You’re the lawbreaker, not me.You’dknow.”
“Then I’m making it a law.”
“You can. But you’re still going today. At least your ma left yesterday and we won’t have to watch her break down.”
I hid my face in her throat because yeah, that was always hard to witness. “Hate it. So many fucked-up memories.”
She wiggled when my dick slipped free. “I know, baby. But I don’t want to lie in the wet spot so let me get up.”
“Party pooper,” I joked before I spun her around and yanked her into my arms.
She yelped but locked her hands behind my head. “My hero.”
I snorted when she batted her lashes. “I try.”
I hit the night light I’d had installed because I fucking hated pissing at four AM with a light bright enough to perform surgery and trudged over to the bathtub.
“I don’t have time for a bath.”
“We’ll make time,” I chided, lowering her gently to the side. “Hey, did you get the matching PJs for tonight?”
“Thought you hated that tradition.”
I’d deny, in a court of fucking law, that my cheeks pinkened. “Cam likes it.”
“Ah, Cam, huh?”
I ignored her chuckle. “Well? Did you?”
“Maybe that should be your chore next year, seeing as it’s so important to you andCam.”
“Where the fuck do you buy stuff like that?”
“A store, Declan. A store. It’s a place where they have things for sale and you can go and purchase them. Your brother’s wife will probably have a home collection next year?—”
“Which one?”
“Dec!”
I hid a grin. “What?!”
