“You’ve met my wife, Ardy,” Demon said.
She glanced at over the beautiful woman.
She stood by the Pres’ side with her spiral curls tumbling around a heart shaped face,
brilliant green eyes and easy smile. “Welcome Lark, I’m always excited about more estrogen around this place.”
Her accented was enchanting. She could see just why Demon had been charmed.
“I’m glad to provide it.” Lark glanced around. “Where’s Ara?”
“Off terrorizing. It’s the only time she’ll part from Tate. When those two get older we’re in for hell,” Demon said shaking his head.
“He’s heartbroken, she’s already found her sparkle.”
“No, she didn’t,” Demon growled.
“Sparkle?” Lark asked confused.
“You know the man who makes you see fireworks.” Ardy laughed.
“I told you to stop saying that shit. No offense, Monster, but my little girl ain’t dating until she’s at least thirty.”
“Hah, keep telling yourself that babe.” Ardy patted his chest.
“I’ll tell them. What good is being president if you can’t get people to listen to you?”
Demon grumbled.
Seeing him in a domestic setting made her giggle. This massive man who controlled so
many had a heart and a soft-side. Some of the internal discomforts eased. This man understood family. For them, she was included in that six letter word. It was humbling.
“I listen to you,” Ardy teased.
“Uh huh,” Demon retorted with a raised brow.
Just then, a little girl zoomed her way into the room like a kamikaze pilot. Her dark curls danced around her angular face. Her hazel eyes sparkled with joy. The pink dress had a tulle skirt that belled out, ensured she looked like the mini-princess they treated her as. “Daddy!” Ara tackled his legs and hugged him with all her tight.
“Hey, baby girl,” Demon said. His face softened. He returned her hug, bent down and lifted her into the air. “You having fun?”
“Yes!” Ara cheered.
They all laughed at her enthusiasm.
“Did you miss your partner in crime?” Monster asked, grinning when Demon rolled his
eyes.
“Uh huh.” Ara nodded while staring at Tate.
“It’s a baby boom zone in here,” Pan huffed.
“Is that a bad thing?” Monster asked.
“The jury is still out,” Pan rolled.
Demon chuckled. “It’s easy to say that until you’re looking at your own flesh and blood.”