“Okay?” Xander asks.
I look to Linc. “Fine with me. You?”
He nods. “All good. Have at it.”
“Uploading my first serious vid. My followers are gonna freak.”
Tera sniffles. “That’s so sweet.”
“Good Christ,” Linc mutters. “Pregnancy hormones. If you hate this for me, I hate that for you.”
Tera sniffles again. “That’s even sweeter. I hate crying. You know how I hate it.”
Linc nods.
“You only have six weeks left,” Lucy placates, patting Tera’s hand in sympathy.
“Already over two hundred comments,” Xan announces.
I chew a piece of bacon.
“One guy says he’d like a threesome with you both,” Xan chuckles. “A chick says she can change you—she’s that good.”
I snort.
“Haters. More guys wanting to bang one or both of you.” Now Xander frowns—hard.
“What is it?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Go on,” Linc urges.
“Fucking fag. I’m done with FD,” Xan relays, then he’s typing.
“You think that’s a good idea?” Jesse asks.
“It’s the best idea I’ve had in my entire fucking life,” Xander bites out.
I groan. Linc rubs his leg against mine.
“What’d you say?” Lucy asks.
“I told him we didn’t want fans like that anyway,” Xan says, then takes a sip of his coffee.
I give him a look. I know there’s more to it.
Linc nudges my leg. “Let it go.”
I nod.
We’re just finishing up breakfast and the doorbell rings.
“Hundred bucks says that’s Cage,” Linc wagers.
“Not taking that bet because I’m one hundred percent positive it’s him,” I say.
Sera comes barreling into the kitchen wielding her phone like a weapon. “This! This was epic, Xander!” She hugs him and kisses him right on the lips.
