I grimace as I slip through the dining room door to dinner, because I am well aware that I am both late and underdressed. But I laugh as I try to quietly press the door shut behind me, because a huge cheer goes up from my gathered family at my arrival, letting me know that I was a complete fool fo
Only twelve times, apparently, much to Rosie and Jesse’s glee. Mom, Dad, Cora and Roger stay in their own tight knit little group tonight, I think reminiscing about old times – one of their favorite hobbies – while grandpa Henry and the rest of the boys sit around the couch, joking and laughing ab
At midnight, we all stand around while I light the fire with great ceremony, and there are a good number of Ooohs and Ahhhs that go around the room – mostly from the kids, but also Jesse – even though it is a small, unremarkable fire – especially after the bonfire I saw this evening. As soon as it
I laugh lightly at his description, and he grins, beginning to slowly stroke my back. “Yeah, she came in about three hours ago,” he says with a sigh, glancing down at her. “She shushed me, and told me not to wake you, and then just…laid down and went to sleep. I…didn’t want her to roll over and ge
My jaw drops open and I huff a disbelieving little laugh. “Jackson, I can’t make flames.” “The flashpoint of wood is far lower than the temperature at which glass melts, Clark,” Jackson replies, raising an eyebrow at me. I narrow my eyes at my mate, not liking this smug new attitude. Or that he’
“Yes, come out!” I call, the fire blazing cheerfully behind me. Mom dashes into the room, coming over and giving us all Midwinter hugs and kisses as my dad, wearing pajamas for the one day a year when he actually lets anyone see him pajamas, comes out behind her. “I held her back as long as I coul
When mom tries to come over with more presents, I give her a little frown and shake my head, mouthing “give us a minute.” When she sees my reason why I think it takes mom every bit of strength she’s got to not come rushing to Jackson’s side and fuss over him. But, knowing that would be too much, s
“As is our right, as royal ladies,” Juniper says, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. “Not yours,” I say, laughing and flicking her nose when I stand up straight. “Underage!” “Ariel!” Juniper groans, following me as I tug Jackson eagerly towards the door. “Come on! I thought we were finall