He slides a look at Theo, then back to me, and I bite my lower lip to keep from laughing at the implied statement.
You can tell him next and stand between us so he doesn’t threaten to make it impossible for us to have more kids if I mistreat you.Which I will never do. Ever. EVER.
“More presents,” Laney says. “Let’s open this one next.” She waves a square box.
Inside, we find matching jewelry boxes with the original logo Laney had made for ourUgly Heiress Societyclub, and inside the jewelry boxes are matching lockets that have matching pictures of the three of us on one side, and unique pictures on the other.
Theo, Laney, and their baby for Laney.
Sabrina, Grey, their dogs, Zen, and their baby for Sabrina.
Jonas, Bash, and me with Yolko Ono for me.
“I said no more crying,” Sabrina moans as she wipes her eyes.
Theo starts looking guilty for the first time. “So maybe the last one can wait,” he mutters.
“Eff you, Theo Monroe,” she fires back. “If I’m already crying, I’m effing crying.”
There’s one last item to open. It’s another box, about a foot and a half square and relatively flat.
I’m sniffling. Laney’s sniffling. Sabrina’s sniffling harder.
And on the count of three, we open the boxes together.
This time, they’re all different.
All printed pieces of wood.
Mine has fairies on it and the wordsOfficial new home of.
Laney’s is decorated with drawn kittens, and says,the original Ugly Heiresses.
And Sabrina’s has coffee beans and bees all over it, and saysof Snaggletooth Creek, Colorado.
We line them up, and all three of us burst into absolute sobs.
“Good job, Theo,” Grey mutters.
“Every clubhouse needs a sign,” Theo mutters back. “I thought they’d like it.”
“They do,” Jonas says.
“It’s so beautiful,” Sabrina wails.
“It’s sous,” Laney sobs.
“I’m so ugly when I cry,” I moan.
“Why do you think I named you that?” Theo says.
“We make custom tissue packs andyou didn’t think to include them?” Laney says to him.
“Sleep deprivation,” Theo says.
I crawl up to my knees and hug my brother. “Thank you for being the best worst brother ever.”
He squeezes me back. “Anything for you and your ugly friends, Em.”
