“Finally.” Peri rubbed her hands together. “Now, it’s going to get good.”
Jacque glanced up at Peri. “You realize if Jen’s taking the news this well, it just means she’s plotting something big, right? Now we’re going to be constantly looking over our shoulders.”
“I never seem to think things through when I’m irritated. Talk about me being a tolerant vagina and all my self-control flies out the window.”
“Nobody is dying anyone’s kid green,” Sally said. Titus walked over and reached out a hand for Sally to pass him an ornament.
“At least it would be festive,” Titus offered, his eyes gleaming with joy while he practically skipped to the tree. “Although I bet Thia looked pretty blue. Like a magical, little blue fairy.”
“I knew there was a reason I liked you, Talbot,” Jen said. She stood back to look at the tree.
“Aunt Jen, my name is Titus. Although if you couldn’t remember Thia was blue, I guess I shouldn’t expect you to remember my name.”
“That’s it, you’re back on my list, Trip.”
Jacque sighed while Thia played with her hair and sang jingle bells, only she said “Jingle hells, jingle hells, jingle all the way.”
“I think this chick needs therapy,” Jacque said, pointing at the mini hellion in her lap.
“Of course she needs therapy.” Jen rolled her eyes. “She’s no doubt got PTBSD.”
“Do you mean PTSD?” Sally asked.
“Nooooo, I mean PTBSD. Post-Traumatic Blue Stress Disorder.”
“And we’re back.” Peri grinned.
“You suck, Peri. You know that, don’t you?” Fane sat down in a free chair with Slate dozing in his arms.
The fae just grinned and tilted her head back and forth.
“Or,” Sally said, nodding her head with her eyes wide. “Or Thia just totally understands rhyming because she is so flipping smart.”
“Uh-huh, right. It isn’t because she has an unhealthy fascination with the word hell,” Jacque said dryly.
“It doesn’t help that you keep saying it,” Jen pointed out.
“And it has nothing to do with the fact that you say it every time a strand of lights has gone out or an ornament box gets dropped?” Sally asked with a laugh.
“Decebel has dropped ten boxes of ornaments.” Jen growled. “He’s doing it on purpose. What the hell, B?”
“See.” Sally pointed at Jen. “There it is again.”
“There’s fifty ornaments in each box, Jennifer,” Decebel snapped back. “I seriously doubt we need several thousand colored balls on the tree that is only going to be up for a couple of weeks.”
“We could hang other kinds of balls on it,” Jen whispered as she narrowed her eyes on her mate.
“Maybe you should start with the balls of the males who dyed our daughter blue,” Decebel shot back.
“Maybe you should be prepared for your balls tobeblue,” she countered.
“That’s … that’s not … don’t even joke about that,” Decebel sputtered.
“Yep, it was totally worth it,” Peri said.
“Don’t thinkyourmate’s balls are safe.” Jen turned her angry glare on Peri. “Or your lady balls. Hell—”
“And there it is again,” Sally mumbled.
