When Mark tried to plop down next to me, I kicked his shin. He yelped and I shot a death glare at him.
“What? Oh come on, you know that was a good one,” he defended. I lifted my head to demand Derek tell them it was fake, but he had gotten up to smoke a cigarette.
“You are all terrible.” I told them.
Cleo and Ethan reappeared a few moments later.
“Did you guys hear that guy screaming?” Ethan asked, amused, and apparently not in the loop. The twins, hearing their father's voice ran to him, wrapping their arms around him. He looked at the adults in confusion and then realizing who was gone his eyes turned hard.
“What’d he do?”
“Scary story,” I explained. Relaxing, he chuckled and shook his head.
“I’m glad he’s the one sleeping outside with them tonight. Have fun listening to that all night,” he said as Derek returned to the party. Derek frowned, realizing the mistake he had made. They would most likely be up all night terrified, and they were.
The next morning we packed everything up and cleaned the area for the next guests. Derek looked exhausted, while the twins couldn’t stop gabbing about how scary and fun last night was.
Once everyone was good to go Cleo pulled me aside and squeezed my hand.
“Are you ready?” She asked excitedly. I nodded, although I wasn’t quite sure if I was. We were leaving early because our appointment was this afternoon. We’d be figuring out in just a few short hours if the baby was a boy or girl.
“Just think, by tonight you’ll have a little Phigaro or Lusitania,” she said dreamily.”
“I would almost rather we just name him Tot,” I laughed. She rolled her eyes and reached up to put her hand on my shoulder.
“This kid is going to be just as awesome and unique as his parents. He has to have a name to match, and I’m going to make sure it’s the best most kick-ass name I can think of. This kid is gonna be a fuckin’ legend.”
