Carolina: *gif of Dr. Who’s TARDIS*
Cat: No one uses that one, sis.
Carolina: Your FACE doesn’t use that!
Carolina: Sorry. Pregnancy hormones are a bitch.
Papa: Again, with the LANGUAGE! I don’t know where we went wrong with these daughters,Mi Amor.
Mama: It’s okay,Mi Amor. I’ll give you a special belly dancing show tonight.
Wysdom: *gif of Michael Jackson eating popcorn*
Cat: WTH
Cam: WTF
Carolina: NFW
Luke: STFU
Celia: SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA
Carolina, Celia, Cat, Cam, Wysdom, and Luke have left the group chat.
Mama: Well, that was surprising.
Papa: What did they say?
Mama: When the heat wills the fire next for work, sexy times for you.
Papa: I like that sound of that!
Chapter 42
“Then it clicks.”
-Ryker
Click. Click. Click.
I glance at Cat out of the corner of my eye. She’s giving the entrance to the Beck Weiss/Premy Sagadore farm a thousand-yard stare.
Click. Click. Click.
And clicking that damn pen.
Click. Click. Click.
I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it, but it’s driving me slowly mad.
Click. Clic…
I snatch the pen out of her hand.
“Hey!”
“Enough of the clicking,” I keep the pen out of her reach. “What’s going on in your head?”
