“And a smart one too. Where’s Em’s?”
“Here, I heard we had guests and I’m ready to pick Upalo’s brain.”
“Right back at cha,” Upalo grinned. “I’m hoping you have answers to the millions of questions I have.”
While those two got lost in a myriad of questions, I fixed a plate for Ronan, then helped Caro fill and pass out the rest of them. He slid Cade into his highchair between him and Emerson. The adorable dragonet kicking away and playing with the food on his divided plate. Most ended up smeared over his chubby cheeks, some landed on the floor. He was having a blast.
“Think the girls will be that messy?” Ronan whispered.
“Absolutely, and I can’t wait.”
“Do you hear that girls,” Ronan spoke to his belly. “Papa is on clean up duty.”
Chapter Twenty
Ronan
Finally, we had a finished nest. An extremely warm, exquisitely fluffy nest that I sprawled out in after the last blanket was placed. Sighing contently, I snuggled back against my mate, tugged his arm over me, and stroked the back of the hand that rested on my belly. Even the girls were content. No pokey eggs in uncomfy positions at the moment. Everything was pure bliss.
Pfffffffff.
Sniff. Sniff.
Oh no he didn’t!
“Did you just fart in my nest?” I asked, shoving at his hand.
“Our nest and….”
“Did you. Just. Fart! In. Our. Nest!”
“It just slipped out,” he said, but it was the amusement in his tone that sent me over the edge.
“I cannot believe you!” I said, attempting to get up, but with his arm still resting on my hip, it was like trying to wiggle out from under a slab of concrete. “Farting in the nest is not allowed.”
The words had no sooner left my lips than an egg shifted like it was trying to rearrange my guts.
Pfffffffff.
It wasn’t Odem that time, and my mate didn’t even try to hold back his snickers.
“What was that you were saying?” he asked.
Grumbling, I lay there, utterly defeated, betrayed by dinner and the pointy tip of an egg. Even the girls giggled. I swear they were already saving their Papa’s bacon.
PPPPFFFFffffffffffftttttttt.
And that was the benediction. I hid my face in the soft fluff of the nest while my mate laughed at me. “I’ll just be quiet now,” I muttered as the babies’ giggles grew.
If he told anyone about this…. the problem with trying to come up with ways to make my mate pay for such heinous transgressions was that every idea that popped into my head just left me wanting him to claim me again.
Kinky bastard.
And I was no better.
Another pokey egg slid and I cut a fart that echoed through the room and jumpstarted my mate’s laughter again.
“Laugh at me one more time and see what happens to you!” I grumbled, face heating up.
