Ingrid's point of view“ What do you mean you're not coming?” Vimon thundered from where she stood in front of my closet, glaring at me as I put finishing touches on Theo's outfit. It was a good thing she couldn't shoot beams out of her eyes, because with the glares she had been sending my way for the past quarter of an hour, I would be as charred as the outside of a medium rare steak by now.“Just like I've told you already, I'm not coming down for the celebration or party, whichever it is,” I repeated for the third time in fifteen hours.“But why???” She cried.Finally finished with getting Theo dressed, I pressed my lips to his head in a soft kiss, picked him up and turned to face his grandmother, saying;“ I already told you Vimon.”“ Humor me, tell me again,” she declared, plucking Theo from my arms and smiling at him as he gurgled and kicked his legs in the air.“ First off,” I said in reply, counting off my fingers.“ Theo's the one who's being honored,he doesn't need me there
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