“You just started your pregnancy. Do you have any idea how long you have to go?” Pit asked in a stilted tone.
Gunner chewed and swallowed his pineapple and grabbed a marshmallow-covered banana. Jamil however, answered, “We only just started. Like we told you the other day, it takes three months.”
“So let me see if I get this right. For the next three months I have a hormonal pregnant man, a puking agent that can’t eat normal food anymore, and an overly chipper dragon that snaps and snarls whenever anyone talks.” Pit asked.
Jamil raised a brow, “I do not snap and snarl, but you were practically yelling and my mate was asleep and needs it since he is sleeping for two.”
“I was having sex with my mate!” Pit snapped back.
“Well, do it quieter!” Jamil snarled right back.
Gunner shoved his plate at Jamil, asking, “Can you give me one of those steaks? Bloody. Really bloody. As a matter of fact, put a new one on and count to ten, then flip it and count to five. It should be done by then.”
Pit took the items Gordy still held, saying, “I’m going to go and call Stone, make copies of these items, and when I email it all to him, Stone should have your parents picked up within an hour.”
Gordy hated how things were going down with his family, and he really hated that Maxine died because of them. Looking up, Gordy thought to himself,We got them Maxine. We got them.
Watching Gunner argue about how Jamil was overcooking his steak and he hadn’t even put it on the grill yet, Gordy covered his stomach and said, “Yes, we got them Maxine, and I have that family I always wanted. Thank you.”
The End
