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“I just saw you the other day,” Matthieu replied.
This was a bizarre conversation. And if the look on Matthieu’s face was anything to go by, he was thinking the same.
“Um, right. Sooo . . .” Millie trailed off. Then she brightened up. “You were going to ask me something, Maya?”
“Ahh, yes. It’s about my animals. I’m just worried about them if something happens to me. I don’t want to see them given away to other people. Especially Tank, he has trust issues. He’s really sad and scared of everyone except Big B. Big B is a pig.”
“Are you . . . are you asking me . . .” Millie gasped for air. “Are you asking me to be a godmother to your babies?”
Well, she wasn’t sure she’d put it quite like that. But if Millie wanted to call herself a godmother, then who was she to stop her?
“Well, yes.”
“This is epic!”
“Are you sure? Because if something happened to me, you’d end up with a lot of animals. You see I?—”
“Nothing will happen to you,” Matthieu interrupted in a hard voice.
“I . . . well, it could,” she said.
“We have had this conversation, Maya. I cannot believe we need to have it again. Nothing is going to happen to you. Because I will not allow it. Understand?”
People started to trickle in for her next class. Which was probably a good thing since everyone in this room seemed to be losing their minds.
“Wow. That’s sexy,” Livvy said. Then she blushed slightly. “Don’t anyone tell Sav I said that. He might get jealous.”
“How many animals?” Millie asked loudly as she bounced on her toes. “I’m going to need names. And birth dates. And to meet them all, of course.”
Birth dates?
That was an odd thing to ask for.
“Well, that’s the thing. I have a lot of pets so you might want to think about it before you say yes. Maybe ask Spike.”
“Pfft. I’m not going to do that.” Millie waved a hand through the air. “This is the first time I’ve been asked to be a godmother. And it’s an honor. A total honor. I need a new dress.”
“I have three dogs, four chickens, a cat, a pig and a farting hamster,” she said quickly.
She waited for Millie to reply. To tell her no. Because that was going to happen, right?
“That. Is. Awesome!” Millie cried, clapping her hands. “I have to go work on presents for them. Such an honor, thank you!” She threw her arms around Maya before rushing off.
“You’ve made her day,” Livvy said. “Maybe even her year.”
“I wasn’t really expecting that sort of reaction,” she confessed. “I thought she’d say no if I’m honest.”
“Not Millie. She really is the most amazing friend and the thing is . . . she means every word. Your pets are about to get a crazy, loving, fun godmother.” Livvy squeezed her hand and said goodbye to Matthieu before following Millie out.
Well.
That happened.
And it was weird and amazing all at once.
Which was apt. Because she thought that was likely a good description of Millie.
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