Page 104 of A Major Puck Up

Finn’s eyes widen. “The tooth fairy isn’t a girl!”

Oh. Oh shit. I really am not winning here.

Instead of cringing, I play it cool and shrug. “Right. Of course. Your tooth fairy would definitely be a dude.”

Finn growls, sounding so much like Beckett it’s hard to believe he’s not his biological child. “Sensei is not a dude.”

“Finn—”

He holds out his palm. See? All Beckett. “Sensei is a fairy. Fairies are neither male nor female.”

I nod and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “Got it. So this Sensei character…”

Finn nods as if that’s the correct terminology.

“Maybe Sensei didn’t know that you were here.”

“Sensei senses everything,” Finn grits out.

I drop my head between my shoulders and squeeze my eyes shut. I am so in over my fucking head. “I’m gonna need coffee to continue this conversation.”

“But what about my money?” Finn holds out his palm.

Ah. It’s about the tooth fairy money. I can fix this.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed and shuffle to the dresser. “How much does Sensei normally leave you?” I ask as I open my wallet.

“Thousand,” Finn says matter-of-factly.

I spin, frowning, and nearly trip over him. The ninja kid somehow made his way over from the bed without a sound.

“A thousand what? Pennies?”

Finn scoffs. “Dollars, Uncle Gav. What, do you think we’re poor?”

“Bossman and I are going to have a chat. Does this money go to the swear jar account?” I stride back to the nightstand and pick up my phone. I’ve added plenty to the swear jar, so I’m sure I can find the info in my list of transactions.

Finn presses his lips together and looks at me like I’m an idiot, arms folded across his chest again. “Do you think I would let the Shining Twins have access to my tooth money?”

At a loss, I hold up my hands in defeat. “No idea, Finn. But I take it the answer is no. So where exactly do you want me to Venmo your money?”

Finn leans closer. “It’s gotta be cash,” he whispers.

“What?”

“Mommy won’t let me have my own Venmo account.”

I chuckle. Liv would die if she knew Finn was scamming me out of a thousand dollars cash, but I don’t really have a choice, do I? I can’t crush the kid’s spirit. “Okay, Finn. We’ll get cash on our way home.” And then my brother will be reimbursing me. A thousand dollars for a tooth. Guy is nuts.

An hour later, Finn and I are scarfing down pancakes when Millie appears with a smiling Vivi in her arms. My little girl is dressed only in a diaper and kicking her bare legs happily.

“No clothes?” I say, zeroing in on my child, wishing I could block her nanny out completely.

Millie waltzed in here wearing a pair of shorts barely long enough to be appropriate in the presence of children. What’s worse than the shorts and the creamy expanse of her thighs, though, is the oversized Bolts T-shirt she’s wearing. Because the damn thing is mine. I know it’s mine because I gave it to her when we were still together. It’s one of the old-school ones in the original Bolts’ royal blue. We’ve since shifted to a more muted hue. Even worse is the fact that she’s clearly not wearing a bra—when does she ever?—and her nipples poke against the fabric.

When she turns, I swear the shape of her nipple has changed. Like maybe there’s something clamped onto it. But when I squint to get a better look, she turns again, and when I look up, she’s smirking at me.

I avert my gaze and stuff a giant chunk of pancake into my mouth. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

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