Waverly
December—one (ish) year later...
"BABY, IT’S ON!" I called.
Gio ca into the living room, a bottle of Jim beam and four shot glasses in his hand.
"What’s that for?" I asked.
He settled himself on the sofa. "Every ti soone says, small town or take over so farm, or welco ho from the big city, we take a shot," he said, explaining the rules of Drunken Holiday Movie Bingo.
"We’ll be hamred by the first comrcial." I snorted. "The trailer alone could cause you to need a twelve-step program."
"Ah, you’ve seen this one, then?"
"No, but you know they’re all the sa. It’s what I love about them."
"Wait for us," Lennon ordered, Snarl following from the back of our brand-new ho in Ridgefield.
So much had happened in the past year or so, it didn’t seem real. Lennon was ho and working her dream job at the Denver Zoo, Snarl was no longer a NOMAD, now permanently with the Primal Howlers’ Monunt Chapter , and he and Lennon had purchased a ho just outside Denver and she was pregnant with their first child.
"Lennon can’t do shots, honey," I reminded him.
"I got her juice," he said, pointing to the bottle of lemonade next to the hooch.
Lennon and Snarl were staying for the next two weeks, which ant I got her for Christmas. An absolute dream for . Her beloved granny passed away in July which had been a blow for both of us, and Gio and I flew out to Denver to be with her while she grieved.
That had been the first ti I’d t Granger ’Snarl’ Cane, a giant beast of a man with the softest, gentlest way about him, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
Platonically of course.
Lennon and I made a pact right then and there that we’d go no longer than six months without seeing each other in person and big holidays would be at one house or the other. Thanksgiving had been at hers, so now, I got her and Snarl for Christmas.
Gio and I had bought a beautiful piece of property out in Ridgefield, close to the new compound they were building, with river views and enough room to accommodate a large family, which we planned to start in the next year or two. We both wanted tons of kids, but for now we were happy enjoying each other and our life together.
All was quiet on the Spiders’ front, but I wasn’t sure how long that would last. I just had a feeling sothing was coming, but Gio wasn’t spilling, and I had decided living in plausible deniability suited just fine.
At least for the mont.
Tonight, however, was for my family. And Lennon was my family.
"Shot!" Gio shouted.
"Shit, already?" I complained. "We’re six minutes in."
"Christmas tree farm," Snarl said.
I grinned, taking the shot and scrunching up my face. "Woo!"
"Who wants pie?" Lennon asked. "We need sothing in our stomachs to absorb all this."
"Speak for yourself," I sassed.
"Okay, you need sothing," she corrected.
I’d made my blueberry, raspberry, and blackberry pie, which Gio had nicknad ’Fizzleberry pie,’ and requested it on the regular. It was my grandmother’s recipe and his favorite, having eked out my apple pie the second I’d made it.
"I’ll take two pieces," Gio said.
"I’ll take three," Snarl countered.
"I’m glad I made two pies," I said, snuggling against my man.
" too, baby."
As we laughed, another shot was called, which we took while Lennon served dessert.
I couldn’t stop a grin as our night got fuzzier, and funnier.
Life was perfect.
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