“Sorry, my wife. On that I draw the line. Babies and honeymoons do not mix.”
“Fascist,” I muttered, but I didn't put any real heat into it. In three days I'd gone from lonely and frightened to surrounded by friends, family, and new allies. And Jessica was all better! “You wait until later.”
“I dream of later,” he murmured back.
I laughed and squeezed his hand. Poor guy, he was holding up pretty well under all the nuttiness. Werewolves, a queen with mondo weird new powers, his privacy shattered by hordes, all who wanted to talk to me. Don't even get me started on Babyjon. So I knew he was looking forward to ditching the group as much as I was, but he didn't know what I'd gotten him for a wedding gift.
Spray-on gourmet flavors. I had bought him Turkey, Gravy, Raspberry, Hash Browns, and Baked Alaska.
I could hardly wait to squirt them all over him. And I'd never been to the Big Apple. I planned to take a great big bite.
“—my own.”
“What?”
“I said, come along for a moment, my own. I have something to show you. . . upstairs.”
I glanced at our guests. They had broken off into small groups and were chatting about this and that.
“Race you,” I whispered, and chased him all the way to our bedroom.
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