27
TERA
We make our way to the buffet and, oh my God, am I hungry. Bacon. Bacon, bacon, and more bacon. French toast with strawberries and whipped cream. Scrambled eggs. Hash browns. I fill a bowl with a mixture of fruits.
“Uh,” Xander begins, looking at my overflowing plate with raised brows.
“Yes?” I ask, not even a little ashamed. I’m damn hungry. There’s a baby growing in there, and he or she is hungry too.
“Do you want coffee? Juice?”
“Decaf coffee with creamer,” I begin.
“Of course.”
“Apple juice would be perfect. Lots of apple juice,” I tell him, stuffing a piece of bacon in my mouth.
Xander grins, those beautiful white teeth showing, his dimples winking, and I sigh blissfully.
“I love you, Xan.”
His eyes go soft. “I love you, Tera.” He kisses my lips. “I’ll get your beverages, babe.”
“Thanks,” I reply, eating more bacon.
“Damn it, Tera,” Linc bitches, “you didn’t take the whole thing of bacon, did you?”
“Screw you. If I did, I wouldn’t share. Not with that tone,” I reply, lifting my nose to snub him. “That’ll teach you to do tequila shots, you freaking lightweight.”
“I’m not a lightweight,” he defends.
“Lies. I don’t ever drink, but even I can outdrink you,” I remind him.
“Yeah, well.”
His go-to reply when he’s proven wrong.
Ethan chuckles then groans and grabs his head.
“I have some pain reliever if you want some for your hangover headache,” I offer to Ethan.
“You, Tera, are a goddess. I bow at your feet. I will forever be your servant,” Ethan teases, coming over and accepting the tablets, taking a couple more for Linc.
“Get away from my wife, you lech,” Xan teases.
Sera and Cage come walking up. Sera looks at Lucy then at Xander questioningly.
Xander makes a sign of the cross. "Elvis is dead."
"What?" Sera asks.
Xan nods. "We went to Denny's last night looking for skinny Elvis, the one who married Jesse and Lucy. He wasn’t there but the one who was told us there was an article in the newspaper that Elvis was found dead under one of the overpasses near LA."
"I'm sure it was bullshit," Sera placates.
I shake my head. " There was a photo."
"A photo?"
