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“Maybe,” I teased as I dropped it on the table we’d claimed in the library. We had been scouring the shelves for a few hours looking for books on the history of the Bellmores, but so far had come up empty.
It was a bit surprising given how much they thought about their family name.
What we needed now was a break.
“First, I want to start by saying that we need to do a Q&A session with the Darklings, especially after the footage we posted of the dishes and all that. They are feral for more information.”
“I can set it up; we’ll just do an impromptu live,” Ryker said easily, “What’s in the box?”
“Man, none of you trust me, do you?” I feigned hurt as I started pulling the tape off the box. I had to dodge as a pillow launched at my head, Lincoln looking unapologetic as he glared at me.
“Oh, now you’re going first,” I said, pulling it open and fishing around before throwing the package at him.
At this point, it just looked fuzzy inside, like a squished plushy.
I tossed the rest out one by one, barely holding back my laughter as they ripped them open to discover the onesies I bought us all.
“Oh my God, no, you didn’t,” Brea laughed as she pulled out her alpaca onesie. She didn’t hesitate to stand up and start pulling it on.
I knew it was going to make her happy. She was the type to live in the moment and love the little things. And I was a sucker for making her happy.
“What the fuck is this?” Lincoln demanded as he inspected the gray and white onesie. He shifted it so the tail swished back and forth and sent me a glare.
Brea spotted what he was immediately.
“Are you going to be Grumpy Cat?” she gasped, bursting into laughter as she pulled the hood down to show the frowning cat face.
Ryker was a good sport and put on his fox onesie. He shook his head but the small smile on his lips as she gushed over him meant he wasn’t upset.
Ben’s was a bear and the softest of the bunch. Brea snuggled into him the moment he’d zipped it up. He let out a happy sigh.
“At first, I was skeptical, but this thing is warm,” he said, giving me a grin over Brea’s head.
“Okay, now what’s yours,?” Lincoln demanded, still glaring at me over his Grumpy Cat onesie.
“A golden retriever, of course,” I said, pulling on my own now that we’d gotten this far.
Brea turned to Lincoln, hands on her hips, which just looked hysterical with the fluffy alpaca wool around her.
He rolled his eyes but complied, unable to tell her no. Seeing the big giant of a man pulling on a cat onesie was hilarious.
I pulled out my phone and started snapping pictures, hoping I at least got a few good ones.
Brea stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss his face, and I snapped that quickly, too, before they could protest.
“So, a Q&A in our onesies?” She grinned and did a little dance in her wool-covered onesie. “That might top face masks.”
“Oh no, I got those, too,” I said, pulling out a tube of the peel masks that she loved. They had a holographic sheen to them and smelled like fruit. I was man enough to admit that I loved them, as long as they stayed away from my beard.
“Let me go grab a tripod and the tablet for the live,” Ryker said, walking out. We all had to bite back a laugh as his foxtail switched behind him as he went.
“I’m going to work on a post,” Ben said, sitting back down in his teddy bear onesie and typing it out. A few moments later, he tapped the screen with purpose.
“Alright, the live announcement just went across all our platforms, site traffic is already booming.”
It didn’t take long for Ryker to come back and set up the tripod. We moved to the couch in front of it and shifted so we could all be seen on the screen.
Brea sat on the back and I took my place in front of her. Ben sat next to me with Lincoln taking the last spot. Ryker started the live before climbing over him to reach the back, Ben and Lincoln groaned as he used them as a stepstool.
