“Jesper did it! I caught that little shit running from my room!” Laila shouted.
A teenage girl emerged, and my heart skipped a beat. Her hair was lime-green, no doubt because of Jesper. She was the image of a younger Jody, thinner possibly, but it was as if rolling back the years. Jody appeared behind her, looking furious.
“Jesper!” Jody yelled.
“Laila wouldn’t let me watch my programmes yesterday!” Jesper screamed.
“So you dyed her hair? Jesper, Laila’s got to go to school!”
“If Laila wants to act likeen heks(a witch), then she should have the matching hair colour. Laila’s lucky I couldn’t find her face cream!” Jesper retorted.
“You’re so in trouble!” Jody threatened.
“I don’t care; it was worth it. Who’s that?” Jesper pointed at me. Without a word, Jody pushed Laila behind her, and Lars crossed over to her. One by one, the kids surrounded Jody and Laila as I tried to work shit out. Oskar and Lars were twins, but Laila looked the same age as them.
“I found the key,” I muttered lamely.
Jody’s eyes narrowed as Laila shoved a couple of the younger boys and stood, arms folded next to Lars. The look on Laila’s face would be frightening if she weren’t a teenage girl with green hair. Definitely Jody’s daughter.
“Asshole brought the key,Mor,” Lars said, amused.
“Manners,” Jody snapped.
“More like he wanted to meet us,” Laila replied. “Do we pass your standards?”
“Huh?” Well, that was damn eloquent.
“Lars and I? Do we have your approval?” Laila demanded.
“I thought Oskar and Lars were twins,” I muttered stupidly.
“Nope. Lars and I are. Oskar is younger.”
“Holy shit. I’ve a daughter.” I turned to Jody, feeling betrayed. “A girl? You had my daughter? Boys—I always figured it would be boys. I don’t know how to handle a girl-child!” I yelled.
Jody blinked. “Why do you think you’re handling Laila?”
“That sounds pervy,” Oskar commented.
“Dirty…” Jesper broke off into a tirade, and I couldn’t understand him. Jody answered back in the same language, and then they all began shouting. Holy crap, I shook my head in shock.
“What language are you speaking?” I finally managed to bellow over the argument between the eight of them.
“Danish. Do you know anything?” Viggo broke off fighting to inform me and then waggled a finger in Jody’s face.
Jody snapped as if she were going to bite it, and Viggo yelped.
“You went to Denmark?” I asked.
“Magic, give me the key. This is a bad time.” Jody finally pulled herself out of the brawl. Before she could approach the kids, all of them stood in front of her and Laila protectively.
“Remember what I said,” Laila threatened Lars. “Mom’s only thirty-eight!”
I had no idea what that meant, but Lars turned to present me with the dirtiest look in his arsenal, and it was a doozy.
“Dirty bastard,” Oskar hissed, and they began speaking over each other again. I was completely lost as to what was happening. Except I had a son and daughter, and I was fucked because no one was dating Laila. Nobody!
Chapter Eight.
