“And the ‘B’ word. She was grounded forever because of it,” Jacque said. “And even after she was ungrounded, she whined for the longest time about all the things she missed while she was grounded.”
“Even back then, she was getting up in some boy’s grill, using potty words.” Sally sighed. “Good times.”
Jacque glared at her. “You just blamed our baby theft on me because of those good times, you overdramatic, dumb butt.”
“Hey,” Sally snapped. “You know what it’s like being questioned by these Neanderthals. It’s stressful. I just said the first thing that came to mind to distract him from my part in the whole matter.”
“Next time, flash your boobs at him,” Jacque said dryly. “It will have the same effect but without your best friend’s figurative guts being splayed across the metaphorical asphalt from your verbal push of me in front of the bus.”
“Who’s being overdramatic now?”
“Oh, sort of random thought,” Jacque called out. “I just had an awesome idea for a T-shirt for Wadim. Babe, call Wadim,” she hollered over her shoulder to where she’d last seen her mate.
“Don’t leave me hanging. What’s the T-shirt?” Sally asked.
“Next time, flash your boobs at him.”
Sally frowned. “You already said that. I want to know what you are suggesting for the T-shirt.”
“Thatiswhat I’m suggesting. Although for Wadim to wear it, it would probably need to say ‘Next time, just flash your boobs at me.’ Fane, what do you think?” she asked her mate. When there was no answer, Jacque frowned.
“Why is it so quiet in here?” Sally asked.
Both girls turned their heads back at the same time to where their mates had been standing only a few moments ago.
Jacque’s eyes widened. “Where the crap did they go?”
Sally’s voice squeaked when she spoke. “They have the baby.” She paused and looked around the room. “Right? They do have her, right?”
“Fane stole her from me, so he’d better have her.” Jacque growled. She reached out to her mate through their bond and found his end of the connection tightly shut. “That fur ball has blocked me.”
Sally huffed as she plopped down on the couch. “Yep, Costin has me blocked as well.”
“Theystoleher.” Jacque said incredulously.
“To be fair”—Sally pointed a finger at her—“we stole her first.”
“Well, they could have come up with something more original to do, stupid copy-wolves,” Jacque grumbled.
Sally laughed. “Something original? What did you want them to do, bedazzle her?”
“Or dye her blue,” Jacque offered and then her eyes grew wide. “We totally have to steal her back so we can dye her blue. Can you imagine Jen’s face?”
“The only reason she’d be mad is because we thought of it before she did, and she’d be miffed we don’t have kids she could dye blue. Is it wrong we want to dye our best friend’s baby?”
Jacque waved Sally off. “It’s Jen. She more than likely deserves it for something she did that we don’t remember or something she will do in the future that we can’t prevent. Now, do a search on the internet for skin dye, and make sure it’s temporary. It’s bad enough the girl will one day start her period, but she also has the pesky furry gene. It would be doubly cruel to add being permanently stained blue to that list.”
“Not to mention, Decebel is her dad, so that’s a pretty significant suckage on her life lists of things that suck,” Sally pointed out.
Jacque nodded. “Yeah, I can’t wait ’til she’s a teenager, and Decebel has to deal with her teen hormones. That’s going to be awesome. Now, chop, chop.” Jacque snapped her fingers at Sally. “Less talk about Decebel’s tortured future as a father and more research about dying a baby blue.”
“I think they have medicine for people like us. We should probably look into taking it,” Sally murmured as she shook her head and pulled the browser up on her phone.
Chapter Seven
“To all the husbands of soon-to-be new mothers, listen up. I have some free advice for you. It might keep you from having your man parts kicked up into your throat, so you should probably pay attention. When faced with the hysterical mess that will be your wife three days after giving birth, choose your words carefully. And there are six words that you should absolutely, without a doubt, NOT say. Those words are, ‘Calm down, you are acting irrational.' If you screw up and say those six words, then there is nothing that can save you. Just run." ~Jen
“Wouldyou please stop calling me a pussy” Decebel growled as he attempted to calm himself. He had no clue what was happening. The man only knew his mate was an absolute mess. Decebel was careful to keep that thought to himself, especially since she kept twisting his words.
