Page 96 of My Haven
Genevieve yawned as the breakfast scramble she made finished cooking in the ovens. Ryuu prepped enough to make three nine by thirteen pans, and she was grateful for his help. Not only were there a lot of people staying at the Nu house, but most were men, who could put food away.
Aiden appeared first, carrying a blanket wrapped Meryn into the kitchen. He set her down on her normal counter seat. Ryuu, Pierce, and the boys followed. And just like that seven people were down for breakfast.
Meryn looked around bleary-eyed. “Coffee,” was her one-word command, not request.
Ryuu sighed and picked up her wrist. “Normal coffee, not the sugar ones you’ve become addicted to, and you have to have a sensible breakfast, not brownies.”
She opened her mouth and hissed at her squire. Instead of getting mad the man broke out into a huge smile and patted her head. “You’re getting better,” he complimented, then went toward the coffee pot to fix her morning cup.
Meryn sniffed the air. “It smells like pancakes.”
Genevieve pointed to the ovens. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
Meryn yawned again. “So?”
“So…what?”
Meryn pointed to the walls. “Kendrick, Kyran, and Tristan were glowing yellow to keep the house together. Is magic sex like having a threesome?”
Genevieve felt her body flash cold in embarrassment.
“Meryn, most people don’t want to share such intimate details,” Aiden chided.
“Why not?” Meryn asked.
“Because it’s something shared between mates,” he countered.
“Fuck that. I got plaster in my hair last night, tell,” Meryn said, looking back to Genevieve.
“Plaster broke?”
“Plaster, dry wall, whatever. The white wall stuff.”
Genevieve thought back to the previous night, embarrassment faded, and she smiled at the memory. “I will not give you details, but I do feel sorry for you, being mated to a shifter,” she teased.
“Bitch.”
“I know.”
“Isn’t bitch a bad word to use? Doesn’t it mean that person is a meanie?” Pip asked.
Meryn squinted and Genevieve took pity on her. The poor woman hadn’t even had coffee yet. “Pip, really close friends can call one another ‘bitch’ as a way of saying something along the lines of, ‘I’m happy for you and hate you at the same time’.”
“So, it means you like the person?” Pip asked.
“Yes, kinda.” She sighed. “I’m really not explaining this well. Arlo would be the better person to give examples.”
Meryn accepted her cup of coffee from Ryuu. “You’re doing great.”
Pip looked to Meryn. “Good morning, bitch.”
Meryn snorted into her coffee, began choking and laughing at the same time. Tears ran down her cheeks as the hot coffee dripped off her chin.
Genevieve laughed right along with her. But, if she was being honest with herself, she was laughing more at Meryn than with her.
Once Meryn could breathe, she hugged Pip. “Okay, let me give you an example. Like suppose I win the lottery, you could be like ‘you lucky bitch’ and it wouldn’t be bad. Or like say we’re going out and come down decked out in a really cool outfit, youcould be like, ‘biiitch’. In that case you’re acknowledging how good I look.”
Pip sighed. “This is complicated.”
