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They arrived at the house in the afternoon after a two hour drive to get to the other side of the Ring. They were staying at a beach house on the edge of Pride, one of Lucifer’s many abandoned vacation houses scattered throughout Hell. Him and Lilith had stayed here before, and even Charlie had as a child, so they decided to give it a chance.
On this side of the Ring, it was more rural, less populated and less polluted. The air didn’t smell like cheap booze, smoke, charred fish, or piss and vomit. She called that a win.
Out here, the houses were further apart, many ramshackled and falling apart— missing walls and caving roofs. When they came across the beach house, they knew. House was the wrong word. Perhaps mansion would suffice. It was huge, but slightly smaller than the Estate that Vaggie had stayed at after the destruction of the hotel. The black iron gate was a dead giveaway, marked with a large MS in the middle for Morningstar.
They brought the few bags that they had with them in and spent the next hour or two exploring the elaborate labyrinth of a house. On the main floor there was a large parlor and sitting room, with a kitchen and dining room, a viewing room with a flat screen television, and a whole ass library. Upstairs were the bedrooms, all with their own bathrooms. They took the master bedroom and counted the four guest bedrooms. In the basement was the game room, fit with a pool table, darts, and a bar counter. They briefly explored the wine cellar, filled to the brim with every kind of wine imaginable.
Sometimes Vaggie forgot that Charlie and her family were loaded. It was easy to forget that kind of stuff when you lived together in a hotel that was constantly falling apart, she supposed.
After exploring every nook and cranny of the place, they winded up back on the main floor, curled on the sofa that was large enough to sit a whole gang. They laid side by side, legs tangled together. Charlie opened her arms and Vaggie took the offer, crawling into her arms.
They looked out the large window that overviewed the beach. The house was right on the sand. They looked out of the waves that were touched to red by the sky, content. They were tired, but happy. The wedding had been chaotic, but it was theirs. They were just happy to be together, to be married. And now they had a few days to themselves.
Lucifer and Alastor had been left to tend to things at the hotel, trusted to keep on reservations, exercises, and group therapy. And when those two got too busy bickering, the rest of the staff and original residents had it covered. Charlie knew this, but Vaggie knew she still worried about it, as she always did. She had already texted her dad twice that morning, asking how things were with the clean ups and the check-ins. Now that the wedding was over, more check-ins were bound to happen.
They had a few things planned over the next few days— sleeping in and easy mornings, making meals together, walking on and enjoying the sun down on the beach, going out to dinner once or twice, movie and game nights, maybe a dip in the pool. (Of course this place had a pool too. What didn’t it have?)
She hoped it was enough to keep them distracted from worrying over work and things back home at the hotel. She hoped they had fun.
Vaggie nearly snorted. When did they become so boring? Now their whole lives revolved around work. Well, she supposed after battling fucking excorists and losing friends to said fucking excorists, they had every right to become soft and boring.
She wished it could always be this simple. Just her and Charlie, hand in hand, and the rest of the world.
They kept a steady conversation about everything, anything— the wedding, their friends, plans for the honeymoon and the hotel, even plans for the future. Their personal plans. They talked of nights off and date ideas. Charlie already knew what she wanted to do for their anniversary, where she wanted to vacation. She talked about the yearly Royal Gala, something she attended as a teen and young adult, more when her parents were involved in their roles as king and queen. They hadn’t been in years, but they still got the invitation every year.
Charlie wanted to change that. She had slowly been making her way back into the public eye. After proving herself worthy after facing off against Adam and the whole of the Exorcist Army, many demons now knew better than to question her power. With more and more Sinners checking in, the whispers and rumors grew. Was redemption really possible? Hell was slowly considering it, not seeing Charlie as crazy and delusional, but as a smart businesswoman and hotelier, an idealist and innovator. They were taking her more seriously.
The media had been covering her more lately. Talking of her relationships, the hotel, and now it was probably blowing up over the idea of a royal wedding. They didn’t know if the press had been informed just yet, but it was only a matter of time. Vaggie’s name had already been brought up a few times, much to her dismay. But this was what she signed up for when choosing to stick by Charlie’s side.
They had already known they were together thanks to the whole fiasco down at the news station a year ago, which ended up in her beating up a few Sinners who had bad-mouthed Charlie. They had referred to her as “the princess’s short and scary pet” and “a fiercely protective business partner,” or sometimes just as “Charlie’s bitch.” Some of the articles went as far to bash on her and call her slurs.
Why some Sinners thought they were better was above her. Rapists and serial killers bashing on homosexuals? Make it make sense. They were all in Hell, for God’s sake.
Charlie talked of the gala, explaining how going would clear up her status. She wanted to show that she was proud to be the Princess of Hell. She wanted to change things for her people. “And now I’ll bring you,” Charlie said, bumping their shoulders together.
Vaggie’s mind paused. “Wait, what?”
“It’s a ball, Vaggie!” Charlie exclaimed.
She raised a brow. “I know. How.. exciting?”
“We have to dance,” Charlie went on. “Plus, I’ll get to show you off. I want you to meet some people. Some of the royals I played with a kid, some of the Sins. My uncle Ozzie would love you.”
Asmodeus. The demon embodiment of Lust. Oh joy.
“Can’t wait,” Vaggie interjected. A gala didn’t sound that bad.
“I’ll show up with the prettiest girl of Heaven and Hell on my arm.”
“Your wife,” Vaggie added. That word gave her a silly, giddy spark.
“Damn right.” Charlie laughed. “I can’t wait to see Sev’s face.”
Sev. Seviathan. Her ex. Oh, Lord.
Sensing Vaggie’s scowl, Charlie shifted and stopped talking about the gala, changing the subject. There was silence for a moment and Vaggie curled closer to Charlie, soaking up the warmth. She lazily closed her eye, relaxing, muscles untensing. The last two days had been long and tiring.
“Hey, Vaggie?” Charlie’s voice came to her.
“Hmm?” She hummed back.
“Do you like the name Isabella?” Charlie asked.
Vaggie shrugged, indecisive. “It’s alright. Why?”
“If we had a daughter,” Charlie replied loftily. “We could call her Bella for short. Wouldn’t that be cute?”
Vaggie’s one good eye shot back open. “What?” She sputtered.
Charlie blinked down at her, chin in her hands. “Don’t you want kids?”
“Um, maybe?” Vaggie replied, calming down. “After we get used to running the hotel, after dealing with Heaven. We’d wait a while.”
“I know,” Charlie echoed. “Just asking.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Then Charlie was turning, running a hand through Vaggie’s hair, twisting a strand of her long hair. “If we did,” she whispered. “I hope she looks like you.”
Vaggie imagined a child that was a mix of her and Charlie, beginning to blush. “She?” She said instead.
“I guess I’ve been imagining a little girl during all of this,” Charlie replied, cheeks going red too.
Huh. A little girl. A daughter. Vaggie considered it. Being a mother seemed like such a foreign concept to her. Being in charge of someone’s safety like that, someone so little and dependent on you. For a while, she thought she was only made to steal and take and kill. Charlie was the one who taught her she was capable of love and nurture.
Maybe a daughter wouldn’t be too bed, if she had the best parts of the both of them.
“Tell me about it,” Vaggie said out loud. “Imagine potty training a boy. Angel and Husk are grown ass men and they still can’t aim for shit.”
Charlie snorted, then laughed. “Poor Nifty.”
Vaggie shook her head. “Poor Nifty.”
The maid had her work cut out for her.
Then they were both laughing, brushing together. Charlie peered at her, a strange expression crossing over her before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her cheek, and finally her lips. One thing led to another and then Charlie was on top of Vaggie, hands in her hair, gripping her wrists, pressed to the couch cushion. Vaggie laid on her back, head propped up on the arm of the couch, staring up at her wife. She felt the blood rush to her face, warmth pooling in her lower stomach.
When she pulled away, cheeks flushed, a laugh escaped Vaggie’s mouth. “What?” She laughed. “You want to try for a kid now?”
“If it were that easy,” Charlie quipped. “Why don’t I just kiss you senseless instead?”
Vaggie smirked. “Fine by me.”
Charlie smiled back.
Her hands were making their way dangerously down south when there was a sudden, eruptive knock on the front door. Both women jumped, nearly bumping their heads together.
Charlie slumped and audibly groaned. Vaggie cursed under her breath and slowly, awkwardly, peeled herself off her wife. She slid off the couch, muttering to herself. “Are you joking?” She spat. “I can’t even get one fucking minute with my wife.”
She grabbed her spear off the wall and marched over to the door, steps heavy. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. “What?” She said the person on the other side.
It was then she realized she was looking down the barrel of a gun. What the fuck???
She looked up. A bull-looking Sinner greeted her, with horns sprouting on either side of his head and an elongated nose. He huffed, glaring down at her, pupils narrowed slits. He clutched the gun. “Who are you?” He growled, spittle flying from his snout.
Oh, gross. “Me?” She echoed. “Who are you?! You’re the one knocking on the door! The fuck. What is up with the people around here?!”
He pressed the cold barrel of the gun into her chest, attempting to push her off her feet. She stood taller, as firm as ever. She swore he withdrew a bit, blinking. “Don’t try to play games,” he said gruffly. “Who are you? Why are you here?”
There were footsteps behind them and then a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. She tilted her chin to catch a glimpse of light honey blonde hair and pale porcelain skin. “What’s going on here?” Charlie asked, a certain edge to her voice. She knew she would go full demon on this man to get him to leave.
A part of her wished she would. It was hot, okay?
The Sinner in front of them blinked, at a loss for words. He stared up at Charlie, puzzled, as if trying to place her. Charlie had been the talk of the town and all over news stations and radio since the day she had been born. He probably recognized her from somewhere.
Charlie raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on her hip. “Well?”
Her authoritative tone of her speech, her straight and confident posture must have knocked some sense into him. Recognition flickered across his features. Before she knew it, the bastard was on his knees, kneeling… bowing?
Vaggie felt her jaw drop open. She exchanged a bewildered glance with her new wife. The fuck?
“Princess Charlotte!” The man burst out. “My apologies. I didn’t realize it was you.”
Charlie’s cheeks pinkened, her bravado slipping from embarrassment. “Oh, um, you don’t have to call me that. Charlie is fine. Stand up. Please.”
The Sinner stayed on the ground, kneeling on one knee, staring down at the ground. Was he getting enough blood to his head??
Charlie blinked. “Uh, that’s an order,” she said unsurely.
Immediately, instinctively, the man jumped up, popping up like a flower in the sun. “My apologies,” he quickly murmured. “Your majesty.”
Charlie made a face. “Could you not?”
The bull Sinner squinted. “Not what?”
“Just drop the whole princess thing,” she replied, crossing her arms. “Why are you here? And why do you have a gun?”
Charlie’s gaze lowered to the firearm now tucked under his left arm. He looked down with wide eyes, as if forgetting it was there. He quickly shoved it behind his back, trying to hide it, chuckling nervously. Vaggie sent him a glare. Just a moment ago he was pressing it into her chest like a challenge.
“King Lucifer— Er, your father asked me to keep an eye on this place. It’s usually empty for years at a time, and when I saw the lights on from the window, I just thought…” He trailed off sheepishly.
“That we broke in?” Vaggie finished.
He nodded. “You don’t know how many people try to steal or worse. The squatters are bad, but I don’t know how many horny teenage succubi I’ve had to drag out.”
Jesus. Remind her to wash the sheets on the bed before they went to bed that night.
“Oh,” Charlie squeaked, grossed out. Her face was twisted into a weird expression.
“So you’re the neighbor?” Vaggie continued, questioning. “The drug peddler?”
The Sinner looked surprised, raising his bushy eyebrows. “Yep. That’s me.” He looked around them and the vacant front garden, as if the shadows around them were silent spies. He sold drugs. It was no secret in a place like Hell. “Why? You gals need anything? I have the best shit this side of the Ring, trust me. One puff and it’s like you're riding on the back of a unicorn shitting rainbows.”
She would not be trusting the man who just barged up to the door with a gun, but okay.
“Um,” Charlie said. “No thank you.”
“Keep me in mind?”
“Sure,” Vaggie deadpanned. “Do you have a business card?”
The bull shook his head, but widened his eyes, putting his chin in his hands. “No, but I should make some. Thanks for the idea, scary lady.”
“You’re welcome,” she retorted. “You just made my year.”
Charlie cleared her throat. “Are we all good here? We didn’t break in. I promise. My dad is letting us use the house for a few days.” She slipped an arm around Vaggie’s shoulders, aware of the man’s questioning gaze. “We’re on our honeymoon.”
The bull only snorted, eyeing Vaggie. “A little thing like you marrying the Princess of Hell? Good score, I guess.” He started to chuckle, belly rippling, as if it were the most funny thing in the world. She wanted to wipe that amused expression off his face. “Well, lucky you.”
Vaggie scowled up at him. “Yes, I am lucky.”
“And you have a temper.” He tsk ed his tongue. “How does she put up with you?”
“How does your mother put up with your ugly face?” Vaggie sneered at the Sinner.
“You’re not the best looker yourself, sweetheart,” he replied, chuckling.
“Careful,” Charlie warned, voice edged. Suddenly, the tips of red horns sprouted from her forehead, parting her hair, eyes narrowed and flashing like a blinking warning light. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”
“Yeah,” Vaggie replied, leaning into Charlie’s warm touch. She felt a tail wrap around her thigh, drawing her in. “Not everyone can win the lottery, pal. Get over it.”
Under Charlie’s glower, the Sinner seemed to remember who he was dealing with. She swore he shrunk an inch or two. “Oh, yes, I was just joking around,” he sputtered. “I was just playing.”
Charlie regarded him with a cold glare. “Sure seemed like it.”
“Congratulations on the wedding!” He squeaked. “I mean it. A lifetime of happiness to both of you!”
“Mhm,” hummed Charlie, eyes narrowed.
“Well, everything is secure here, so I’ll be going now. Remember— if you need crack, I’m your guy. Your first bag is half off! Think of it as a wedding present!”
A low growl escaped from the back of Charlie’s throat.
The man wavered briefly in the doorway, a head of sweat forming on his forehead. Couldn’t he take a hint? “Uh,” he sputtered. “On the house?”
“How about your head on a pike?” Vaggie snapped.
The man jumped back, frightened. Charlie’s tail wrapped around her, holding her back. What? If they killed him, they could just bury him in the sand of the backyard, or bring him back to Rosie. A Sinner from a different part of Pride. He might taste different. Who knew?
Plus, he was starting to get on her nerves. He was practically asking for it— showing up and bombarding them. Boeing to the princess and then picking up fights with her wife right in front of her.
She sighed. The audacity of some men. Well, all men, if it concerned her.
Come on, Charlie, she thought. Let me at him. The tail tightened its grip, its own answer. Oh, come on. Fuck.
Then Charlie was leaning forward, pressing a long, black nail into his chest, and getting in his face. “Leave,” she snarled.
The Sinner nodded quickly, fastly. With a shove, he fell backwards, tumbling and landing on his bottom. He scrambled up, dusting himself off, and then hurrying down the pathway and onto the street, back to whatever hole he had crawled out of. He nearly dropped his gun on his way out.
Vaggie held back her laugh. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” She called after him. She thought she heard a loud curse in reply, but she just shrugged. She didn’t care anymore.
Charlie used her tail to pull her in, reeling her in like a lasso. She shook her head, but she was smiling. She stopped when they were close, bodies pressed together. Wordlessly, she pressed a quick kiss to Vaggie’s lips and turned away.
She let out a huff as she closed and locked the door, horns and tail receding. She blinked, and her eyes were back to normal too. “What an ass,” she exclaimed. “Who needs a gun that big?”
“He’s probably compensating for something,” Vaggie muttered.
Charlie rolled her eyes, but smiled again. “What?” Vaggie said. “He was giving very small energy.”
“Well, on the bright side,” Charlie spoke up. “At least he didn’t shoot us. That would’ve been a bad way to start our honeymoon.”
“Pffft,” Vaggie puffed. “I could’ve taken it. It would’ve hurt like a bitch, but it would’ve healed. Unless the bullets were angelic steel. That would’ve been a problem.”
Charlie frowned. “Where would he get angelic bullets?”
Vaggie shrugged. It wasn’t her concern. The guy seemed too stupid to know much about complex weapons or the black market anyway. The only way to get something like that was a contact in the illegal smuggling business.
At that moment, she looked up at her wife, standing in front of her. She was highlighted in the midday light streaming in from the window— hair slightly messied, clothing ruffled, cheeks warm and pink, and lips parted and swollen from earlier. She looked radiant. She got that silly, giddy rush when she remembered now that the beautiful creature in front of her was now her wife.
She just wanted to finish what they had started.
“Whatever,” Charlie (her wife!!) dismissed it. “I’m just glad he’s finally gone. Now it’s just the two of us.”
Vaggie smirked, giving Charlie a playful look that made Charlie raise her eyebrows. Vaggie quirked up one of her own eyebrows. “Speaking of just us,” Vaggie whispered, leaning forward. “Where were we before we were very rudely interrupted?”
A tail wrapped around her waist, bringing her in. Charlie’s demon side was back out to play. With a smirk and nod of confirmation, she was pinned down to the couch, shirt discarded on the floor, skirt bunched up against her thighs, before she knew what hit her.
———
Later that night, they were curled up in bed, wrapped up in creamy and soft maroon covers, cocooned like caterpillars. They were still undressed and tired from… earlier activities, cuddling together under the covers. Vaggie laid on her side, Charlie’s arms slung over her waist.
She felt every point of contact between them, skin to skin. The warmth of her body curled into hers, her hair tickling her shoulder, her breath on the back of her neck, the press of her chest as she took each breath. Charlie was scrolling on her phone, then twisting to show her something.
“Look,” she snickered.
Vaggie blinked. “What?”
She cast a glance at Charlie’s phone screen. It was open to a news article, published merely an hour ago. She read the headline and nearly snorted. Royal Family Grows: Princess Charlotte Morningstar Marries.
The attached picture was one taken a few months ago, showcasing her and Vaggie in town, on the sidewalk. Charlie’s face was flushed, hidden in her hands. Vaggie was standing next to her, scowling, flipping off the camera. What a charming choice of a photo.
It was the day they had been ambushed when trying to get to the hardware store for more supplies, still in the rebuilding phase. That’s why Charlie liked to avoid going downtown. It seemed every few months the paparazzi adopted a new obsession with trying to photograph her.
“Everyone knows,” Charlie whispered, then blinked.
Vaggie shrugged. “Who cares? What are they gonna do about it?”
She chewed at her lower lip. “I don’t know. I think I just liked it better when it was between us.” She smiled softly at Vaggie as she rolled over to face her. “ I should be the only one worrying about you. I don’t like sharing. Now the whole world will have my wife’s name in their mouths.”
“Exactly,” Vaggie replied. “Your wife. I’m still yours, and you’re still mine. No matter what, no one can take that from us.”
Come on, she thought. They had fought Heaven, and won. It was going to take a lot more than Hell freezing over to ever pull them apart.
Charlie’s smile tightened, curling into a smirk. The corner of her lips perked up. “All mine?” She echoed, tone high and sultry.
Vaggie nodded. “All yours.”
Before she could blink, Charlie was shifting, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then leaning over to kiss her on the lips. Her hands cupped Vaggie’s face, tilting her chin up towards her, deepening the kiss. Then she was on top of her, smirking down at her, straddling her hips.
Vaggie only raised one of her eyebrows. “Again?” She snickered. “Damn, princess, didn’t know you had it on you.”
“Well,” Charlie stated. “Then I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Vaggie hummed in reply. “Why don’t you show me then?”
“Maybe I will,” Charlie replied. She paused, licking her lips. “If you want me to.”
“Please do. I’m a visual learner, by the way,” Vaggie said, them moving to push a stand of Charlie’s hair out of her face, movements light and tender. “And who could say no to you?”
Charlie laughed, wrinkling her nose. She leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. Her breath was warm against her face. “I love you,” she said. “By the way.”
“I love you too,” Vaggie replied. “By the way.”
“Can I show you just how much I love you?”
Well, she was already on top of her. “Be my guest.”
Charlie smiled, pressed a kiss to Vaggie’s sweaty hairline, one hand dipping lower, tracing the exposed planes of Vaggie’s back, her hips, her thighs. The other remained upwards, placed on a shoulder, cupping a breast. She pressed a knee between her thighs, coaxing them open. She continued to pepper kisses down her neckline, teasing the skin of her collarbones.
Vaggie opened her legs. Charlie paused, head resting against her chest, looking up at her through her eyelashes. She looked up at her in reverence, in worship, like she had just opened the gates of Heaven themselves. A tingling sensation went up Vaggie’s spine, making her shiver, her skin tickling in anticipation. Goosebumps adorned her upper arms.
“What’s wrong?” Vaggie said, biting her lip. Charlie had stopped.
Charlie just blinked. “You’re so beautiful,” she said suddenly.
Vaggie felt her heart melt a little. Gah. She leaned forward, legs still spread, and pressed a kiss to the tip of Charlie’s nose. Charlie giggled, wrapped her arms around her backside, settling on her waist, and pulled her in until they were chest to chest and face to face.
Her hands dropped lower. Vaggie leaned forward, biting back a—
BOOM.
There was a sudden, deafening noise from the hall. Charlie let out a yelp, surprised. She slipped sideways, tumbling off of Vaggie and onto the floor, landing in a heap. “OW!” She cried.
“Charlie!” Vaggie hissed at the same time there was a knock at the bedroom door.
“I’m fine,” Charlie managed, sitting up.
“Girls?” Came a familiar voice through the door. “Are you in there?”
Both women looked at each other incredulously and then shriveled their heads towards the, thankfully, closed door. “Dad?!” Charlie shrieked.
“Lucifer?” Vaggie exclaimed at the same time.
“In the flesh,” he replied way too happily.
“What are you doing here?” Charlie spat, already scrambling to get up. She threw on a robe that was laying on the end of the bed, the ones with her initials at the breast pocket, a wedding gift. Ignoring the rest of their clothes discarded on the floor, she threw the other robe to Vaggie and motioned for her to do the same.
God forbid her father-in-law walked in on them right now. Argh.
She slipped on the robe and attempted to smooth down her hair. She slid off the bed and helped Charlie up off the floor, exchanging annoyed glances.
“I just wanted to check on my favorite daughters!” Lucifer exclaimed. “Did you meet the neighbors yet? Did he try to sell you drugs? I hope he wasn’t too much.”
“Again,” Vaggie breathed. “Your only daughters.”
“Yes, we met him,” Charlie answered his question. “Whew. What a great guy.”
“Don’t take his drugs!” Lucifer suddenly shouted.
“Wasn’t planning on it, Dad,” Charlie cringed.
“Yeah. Your mother wanted to try it once. Never again. She just giggled and walked in circles for, like, an hour. I had to put her to bed and she remembered none of it in the morning.”
“Delightful,” Vaggie retorted. She heard him shift out in the hall. “Why are you here?”
Lucifer paused. “.. I wanted to see you guys. Oh, how I missed you.”
“We saw you a few hours ago, Dad.”
“Well, as they say, the heart grows fonder with absence,” Lucifer replied. She could imagine his grin and groaned.
“No,” she said. “Why are you really here?”
“I got bored?” He tried.
“Lucifer.”
“Uh…”
Charlie sighed, a hand held to her chest. “Alastor kicked you out, didn’t he?”
“He wouldn’t help me clean up the lobby after the reception. I was only making a few changes—“
“Changes?” Vaggie echoed. “Lucifer, what did you do?”
“Nothing. It’s not important. Anyway, who does he think he is—“
“Dad!” Charlie shouted, shaking her head. “Go home.”
A groan from behind the door. “I don’t want to,” he whined like a small child.
“Dad. Please.”
There was a pause. “Can I come in?”
Charlie panicked, tightening the robe and tugging it up to fully cover her cleavage. “One second!” She squeaked.
She frantically tried to smooth down her hair and went around the room, kicking discarded scraps of clothing under the bed and trying to pat down the wrinkled covers. Then she went to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it a crack, only sticking out her head. “Yes?” She asked, blinking, all innocent.
Vaggie snorted. Charlie looked back and sent her a playful glare, kicking her at the ankle, which hurt when said ankle was jabbed by a hoof.
Lucifer looked up and took in their disheveled appearances— hastily thrown on robes, messy hair, tired eyes, rosy cheeks, and lips red and swollen from kissing. He looked startled. “Oh!” He exclaimed, then turned away and hurried down the hall. Was he leaving? Already? Mission accomplished? “I’ll start on dinner!”
Oh. Nevermind.
Vaggie rolled her eye. “What does he think people do on their honeymoon?” She grumbled.
“Dine with their fathers, apparently,” Charlie replied, sullen. “Not awkward at all.”
“No preferences?” Lucifer called out. “Mac N’ Cheese it is!”
“This house has been empty for, like, ten years,” Charlie said slowly, realization dawning on her. Then she was running down the hall, shouting at her dad. “ Dad, NO! All that stuff is expired!”
She heard the clank of a pot against the countertop and a mutter of something along the lines of “too late.”
Vaggie fell backwards onto the bed, turned onto her stomach, and groaned into the pillow. No sex, expired noodles, and her father-in-law inviting himself. Technically, it was his house, but still.
What a great combination. This was going to be a long trip, and not in the good way.