Page 173 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Kitten’s complaining since her big sister isreallyinto the holidays compared to how she grew up. No one has ever made her wear matching pajamas before.” Grif laughed. “Or made her get up early. Or covered their yard with inflatable holiday dragons.”
“If I had a yard, I'd cover it with inflatable holiday dragons. I should put some on the deck next year.” I stole his phone, took a picture of us and sent it to her.
Grif
Matching pajamas are not weird.
This is Dean.
Verity
Being shirtless isn’t matching. Not complaining tho.
Oh, she couldn’t see our pants. Whoops. I sent her a closeup of Jonas' chest.
Rolling his eyes, Grif took his phone back. “She’s also grumpy because chai lattes are not a thing in that house and it’s chaotic with everyone there. I found a place there that’s open and delivering this morning. I’m going to send her one.”
Aww.
We finished up and posed for a picture for her in front of the tree, which sparkled with lights and decorations. I sent it to her from my phone.
Me
See? Matching.
Verity
Very Cute.
Me
Why thank you. I had to special order them.
She'd look good in a pair, too. Especially shirtless.
Sitting around the tree, we started with the stockings, as usual. Holiday music played in the background. We opened the stockings together, then had to guess who had us.
Grif’s phone rang with a video call from Verity. He waved it. “Can I? Or should I call her after?”
AJ snatched it out of his hand and answered. “Hey, Princess.”
“Hey, Cow Boy. The shoes are perfect.” She sounded happy.
“Good. One thing I learned after I was injured was that good shoes make an enormous difference,” he told her.
AJ bought hershoes?
Grif took the phone and settled next to me. “Hi, Kitten. Did you get the delivery?”
“That’s why I’m calling. Thank you so much, you’ve made my morning.” She took a sip of the cup she was holding. Verity wore some sort of red onesie with snowflakes on it and sat on a large couch.
“My pleasure, Kitten.” Grif beamed at her.
“Well, apparently there’s a reason we got up so early. Boys, meet Hope. Hopey, this is Dean and Grif.” The phone moved, and leaning against her, half asleep, was a tiny blonde girl with a fluff of tight curls, in the same red onesie. A chubby hand waved.
“The littles came from London?” Grif breathed.
Verity beamed. “All three. Dad and Harry, too. Okay, also Mumsy.”
