Chapter 1
“You’re glowing again.”
I crack open one eye and groan at being woken up.
“Deal with it,” I mumble into the pillow.
I feel one of my mates pick up my wrist where my cupid boss mark is glowing bright pink. At first, I think he’s about to lovingly caress it, but no. He shoves it under the blankets to snuff out the bright light.
Jerk.
“Too early,” I hear Evert grumble, his voice all scratchy with sleep.
I agree, so I close my eyes again, ready to fall back into the heavy sleep that I’d been in, when there’s a sudden screech that sounds like a banshee being tickled to pieces. A tiny body launches itself onto our bed, landing on one of the guys. I hear Sylred expel an “oomph,” and then the delighted screeching turns to incessant talking.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up! It’s wing day!”
I lift up my head to find our two-year-old daughter sitting on Sylred’s back while she shakes Ronak’s muscled arm and flicks Evert’s face with her red genfin tail. “Come on Daddies! Wing day! Wing day!”
“Good gods, it’s not even sunrise yet,” Evert says, trying to bat away the tail in his face.
“You said if I went to sleep last night in my own bed, then today you’d teach me to fly. You said that.”
I blame myself for her excellent speaking skills at such a young age. It’s a blessing and a curse. She’s been talking in full sentences since before her first birthday. She even talks in her sleep.
“I don’t think you’re gonna get them up this early,” I tell her.
Amorette frowns in thought, and when none of the guys move, she stands up on Sylred’s back and starts systematically hopping from genfin to genfin like they’re stepping stones.
“That’s one way to do it.”
Before our boisterous daughter can hop onto Ronak for the third time, his arm shoots out, and he snags her around the middle and tosses her up into the air. She shrieks in delight.
My heart jumps at the ridiculous height her little body reaches, but that’s always the case with these two. He catches her securely around her middle again and again, and she giggles joyfully. His impressive bicep flexes every time he tosses her up. Seriously, this guy has the best muscles ever. Sometimes I ask him to open jars or cut wood or lift something, even when I don’t really need him to. I just like to watch his muscles flex. The sight makes my vaggie patch bloom.
“Again, again!” Amorette squeals, and her laughter is so infectious that I can’t help but smile into my pillow.
“You females are so demanding,” Ronak says, cocking a brown brow at me.
I lick my dry lips. “We just know what we want.”
He catches Amorette one last time and then gets out of bed, swinging her up and over his shoulders so she can have a piggy back ride. “Wing time?”