Page 48 of Missiletoe
I was just lucky I was wearing my roomy cargo pants so the perma-semi I was sporting was concealable. My diminutive size might have also helped with that matter.
Yes, I have a small dick. Sue me. Several people have told me it’s cute just like me, and I’m proud of it.
Anyway, if I was going to resolve the sweet ache in my pantsandget revenge, I was going to have to figure out how to get Paris into bed ASAP while also finding and killing whoever set fire to the shelter at the same time.
I know it didn’t sound very romantic, but I had my priorities, okay?
“Where’s Melanie?” Paris asked, adding yet another thing to my burden of multi-tasking.
Seriously, did he have a harem, or something? Because that wasnotgoing to fly with me. If I could give up mine, he was going to have to give up his as well.
“I’m here!” A person with a short punk-rock haircut and overall androgynous vibe ran up to us, out of breath and eyes as frantic as a whole herd of goats on the verge of fainting.
I glared at them because they were kind of cute, and I stuck out my hand and said, “I’m Vix and my pronouns are he/him. What are yours?” If I was going to hate someone on sight, I needed to know which pronouns to use so I could do it properly.
I received a startled look before Melanie gave me a very weird smile. “She/her, thank you for asking,” she said, eyes fixated on how Paris was carrying me in his arms. “It does change sometimes though, but not often.”
“Just let me know when it does.” Then I bit down on my tongue, because if I didn’t, the next words out of my mouth were going to be,Don’t fucking touch Paris.
Melanie looked like she wanted to say something else to me, but then she shook herself and turned her attention to Paris. “Everyone is fine, but I called the vet, just to check everyone over to make sure no one is suffering from smoke inhalation.”
“What about Sylvia? She was near the backdoor.”
I grunted in displeasure because I was getting sick of hearing Paris talk about Sylvia and her welfare.
She’s a pregnant lady, don’t be evil. She’s a pregnant lady, don’t be evil…
Sigh. Our house had rules about the levels of evil Gareth would allow. He was right to do it, because some of us truly didn’t understand the concept of going too far. *Cough Vale, cough cough*But no, pregnant ladies were considered innocent, and innocent folk were all untouchable.
Maybe I’d get lucky though and she’d end up being someone who swindled old people out of their life savings, and then…
I broke out of my evil reverie when I realized Paris and Melanie weren’t talking anymore and that our surroundings had changed. Paris was hurrying through the lobby and kicked open the door leading to the back of the building.
“Do you want to be on the bed, or on my back, bunny? I need my hands free.”
I wasn’t about to allow myself to get dropped off in some spare room somewhere while Paris let some floozy get her germs all over him, so I said, “Back, please.”
He swung me around and helped me climb onto his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung onto him baby possum-style.
Paris crouched down in front of a cage and opened its little wire door. Why was he checking on an animal when he was so frantic about that strumpet Sylvia?
“Hey, baby, how are you doing?” Paris crooned softly. I couldn’t see the animal he was talking to because it was tucked away into a shadowy, domed animal bed.
Melanie crouched down beside us and said, “The vet checked her first. The cover you put on her protected her from the small bit of smoke that got inside. He said she’s perfectly fine, but she is about to pop any time now.”
Paris sighed in relief. “That’s my good girl, Sylvia. Are you going to let us meet your babies soon? I look forward to meeting them.”
Wait.
“Sylvia’s a cat??? Not your girlfriend?!” I yelped, and Paris flinched. I realized I’d been right next to his ear. Poor thing. I gave it an apology kiss.
Melanie made a littleurksound.
Good. No time like the present to mark my territory.
“Paris doesn’t do girlfriends,” Melanie said at the same time Paris said, “You thought I had a girlfriend?”
“Kinda?”
