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“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll keep a close eye on him. He’ll be fine,” my husband reassured me.
“Only if Luna gets to ride too. Since she’s actually old enough for the damn thing if we go by the age listed on the box that I’m sure my brother purposely didn’t keep it in because he didn’t want me to see it,” I insisted, glaring at Dane.
“Fuck,” Maverick groaned, raking his fingers through his thick hair.
“So now you’re worried?” I asked. “If it’s safe enough for Chase to ride when he’s only six, then it’s safe enough for Luna. ”
Dane shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re still harping on about that double standard shit when we’re all grown up with children of our own.”
“That’s easy for you to say when Dad got you a motorcycle for your sixteenth birthday, but Dahlia and I had to take riding lessons behind his back,” I retorted.
Our dad crouched in front of Luna and asked, “Do you want to go for a spin on your brother’s mini-bike, sweetheart? Or would you rather go for a ride on Grandpa’s motorcycle?”
“Sorry, Mommy.” Luna flashed me an apologetic smile as she slid her palm against my dad’s. “I’m gonna go for a ride with Grandpa.”
“Me too,” Aurora cried.
I glared at my father as he led my daughters away, and then heaved another sigh when I looked at my son’s crestfallen face. “Fine, you can ride your uncle’s present. But you’re going to wear a helmet and elbow and knee pads.”
“Yay,” he cheered, not minding my rules as long as it meant that he got what he wanted.
I wagged my finger at him. “But your sister gets to ride it later if she wants.”
“Sure,” he quickly agreed, which wasn’t a surprise since all of the kids were good about sharing their toys with each other. Even their favorites.
As Dane showed him how the mini bike worked, Maverick pulled me in for a hug. “Look how happy he is. You just made his whole day, princess.”
“Yeah, well…keep today in mind when Luna wants to date, and everything in your body is screaming to say no,” I warned. “Because the rules for our girls are gonna be the same as the boys.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, making me grin.
It was probably a good thing for Maverick that he hadn’t given me the eight babies he’d talked about so many years ago…or else odds were good he’d have even more daughters to lose his mind over than the two that sandwiched Chase by a couple of years in either direction.
