Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Anything for you.”
See? He was absolutely smooth.
And now he had to sort out a fireworks display that was better than anything they’d ever seen before.
Because only the best for his baby.
The boys suddenly lit off one of their fireworks, and it whooshed up, exploding in the sky in a quite impressive display, he had to admit.
There were a few cries of alarm that turned to wonder as everyone stared up at the sky.
“Oh, wow, where did those come from?” Autumn said. “I thought Ink and Duke were finished with the ones that they had.”
“I don’t think that’s Ink and Duke down there,” Brody said.
“Oh. Is that Baron and Royal?” Autumn asked as the twins set another round off that actually shook the ground.
The Fox saw Ink and Duke standing with their hands on their hips, watching the boys. Then Ink headed down toward them.
Several more fireworks went off, and he wondered how many the boys had. Two boxes were a lot. This could take a while.
“Settle in for the show,” he told Brody and Autumn.
“Why do I have a feeling you knew about this?” Brody asked suspiciously as he leaned into him.
“Probably because I know everything,” the Fox said.
Autumn let out a small giggle that turned to a gasp of wonder as another firework exploded several times, going further and further into the sky. It was extremely impressive. Aimed in the wrong direction, it could have caused some real damage.
“How did they get hold of some of these?” Brody said.
“Oh, that one was mine,” the Fox told him.
“You got that one, Daddy?” Autumn asked. “It was so good.”
“I know some people with an interest in blowing stuff up. Sometimes they turn that into making fireworks. Wait until you get to the finale,” the Fox told her. “It’s going to be excellent.”
The display went on for another few minutes, and then he knew they were getting to the big boy. The next firework that exploded had an image of a bunny and a puppy.
“Wait . . . Fox,” Brody said. “What did you do?”
“Wait for it,” he said. Another firework shot quickly into the air, and when it exploded, it formed an image in the sky of a fox’s face.
“Oh my God,” Brody said. “It’s us. The three of us.”
Autumn hugged him around the waist. “Was that a good idea, Daddy? Will other people see that? Will they know that you’re here?”
“It’s just like Batman’s signal,” Brody said.
“It’s fine,” he reassured Autumn. “Even if other people did see it, they won’t know where it came from.” He turned to Brody. “And it’s better than Batman.”
“Of course it is, Papa,” Brody said. “Because it’s you and it’s us. There’s nothing better than that.”
13
INK AND BETSY
“Ican’t believe the Fox had a customized firework made that exploded into an image of a fox’s face,” Betsy said as she entered their bedroom later that night.
“You can’t?” Ink asked.
“Actually, you’re right. I totally can. We should have expected that, just like we should have expected that Baron and Royal would get their hands on some extra fireworks.” She sat on the side of the bed, and Ink came toward her. He took off her sweater and T-shirt, then her bra.
A tingle of arousal ran through her even though she was certain that she was way too tired to do anything
“Yeah, we should have expected that,” Ink said, shaking his head. “Can’t believe they hid them in the woods like they thought we wouldn’t let them set them off.”
“Would you have let them set them off?” she asked.
“They got them on the black market, so no,” he told her.
Ink had lectured the boys for a good half an hour while she put Zippy to bed. It had taken a while for the little girl to drift off to sleep. She’d been so full of beans after that display, especially with the Fox’s surprise fireworks at the end.
Zippy hadn’t seemed that surprised about the boys setting off their own fireworks. Which made her wonder if she’d known about this. Betsy had thought about asking her, but then she decided that maybe she was better off not knowing.
Baron and Royal hadn’t really seemed repentant. She was just grateful that they hadn’t attempted to make their own fireworks and set fire to the trees or the house.
With Baron and Royal, you never knew what they were going to come up with and Baron seemed to have a penchant for blowing things up.
Ink stood and gently pressed her back on the bed so he could take off her pants.
“Poor Brown Eyes. You’re really tired, aren’t you?” he said sympathetically as she yawned. “It was a big day for a Little girl.”
She nodded. It really had been.
“Baron and Royal said they’re going to take Zippy out to the movies for a few hours tomorrow so you and I can spend some time together. Alone.”