Page 105 of Fractured
Mommy-kins – I just set out the meat.
Daddy-kins – No, you didn’t. It’s still in my pants.
Smoke – Word.
Ice – Frank, you’re a cool cat.
Hyde – Be there.
Jekyll – Bells will be on.
Wolf – See y’all then.
Mommy-kins – Frank!
Dominik looked over at me and lifted a brow, “Wolf?”
I snickered, “We both knew there wasn’t anything there. And I was hurt. It was only friends.”
He sighed, then grabbed my hand and kissed my ring and the band. “Deserved it. Showed me what I had, and what I could lose. Don’t ever want to lose you, Talia.”
I winked, “You won’t.”
Then I waited a beat and said, “You ever insult my macaroni and cheese again, I’ll walk.”
He barked out a laugh, “Fucking hell, woman. Last fucking word.”
***
It was the next day.
Gloria, the owner of Flowers Galore, had already dropped off the baby reveal boxes.
I was attempting to cook dinner but kept getting hip-checked by Dominik.
Telling me to get off my feet.
I snapped, “Tell me to do that one more fucking time.”
He lifted a brow and had the nerve to point over to the couch.
I smiled, then went to the sink, flipped the water on, and then grabbed the nozzle.
And then I sprayed him right in the face.
Our family walked in at that precise moment.
And laughed.
I was giggling as Dominik was scowling.
But I did sit down after the meal was finished and ready.
Then I looked at Dominik, who winked, and I nodded.
Then he whistled, “If I can get y’all’s attention?”
Everyone looked at him.
