Page 181 of Taming the Beasts
I was glad I’d made homemade biscuits. This was even weirder than the seafood tray.
“How is my little nephew doing cooking in there?” Kebe asked and leaned down to stare at Emma’s belly.
Emma laughed. “I still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“It’s definitely a boy,” Kebe said.
“No, it’s definitely a girl,” I said. But her thinking it was a boy did make me doubt myself a bit. She was a goddess after all. Maybe she could tell. But she was the goddess of serpents and embalming. So babies probably weren’t her specialty.
“You two are so funny,” Emma said. “You’re going to make great aunts, whether it’s a little boy or girl.”
I smiled. I wasn’t sure exactly when it had happened, but Kebe had wormed her way into our friendship group. It probably started when she stopped being evil. Now I couldn’t imagine life without her.
And luckily my boyfriends actually liked Grudge now. And Callum. They’d become fast friends ever since they weren’t mortal enemies.
And today was going to be perfect. Especially because everything was finally ready. “I think we’re all set if you guys want to transfer the turkey to the carving plate.”
“I think we can handle that,” Ace said. Huxley walked over to help him.
“And we can bring everything else out.” I grabbed the green bean casserole out of the oven.
“Oooh who brought a seafood tray?” Kebe asked. “One of my favorite traditions.”
Our ancient friends were so freaking weird. All I could do was laugh as we all carried items to the dining room table. “Dinner is ready!” I called into the family room.
The rest of the guys walked in.
“Good game?” I asked.
“We’re up by two touchdowns,” Bennett said and kissed my cheek. “I don’t want to jinx it, but I think we’re going to win.”
“We’ll definitely be winners tonight no matter what,” Otto said and smiled at me.
What was that supposed to mean?
Ace elbowed Otto in his side.
“Ow.” Otto rubbed the spot.
Well, I had no idea what the two of them were planning. But I was planning on eating this delicious feast.
Bennett sat down at the head of the table and started to carve the turkey.
I sat down in the seat closest to him and Titan quickly sat down next to me. I smiled over at him. “Better Thanksgiving than last year?”
He smiled back. He’d been doing a lot more of that recently. Except in the bedroom. I loved his menacing scowls when he had me bent over. “Much better,” he said. “The meal at the hospital was total crap.”
I laughed.
He stared down at me.
I lifted my hand and ran it along one of his new scars on his jawline. “So handsome.”
He turned, kissing my palm. “So beautiful.”
I felt my cheeks flush.
“Agreed,” Huxley said.
