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It took me a few minutes to find my cell, which I’d set down distractedly when I’d been groped earlier, and then I texted Loïc:

[Me] Blue with multi-colored polka dots?

The mystery would be whether he had remembered to bring his phone with him today. I was coming to the conclusion he left it behind on purpose half the time. The man refused to be a slave to anything or anyone, especially not to a piece of technology.

My phone notification lit up as I was about to stuff it back in my pocket.

[Chaos] I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I grinned at the response, shaking my head at his exuberance.

Maybe I should have suggested stripes instead of polka dots, but we could discuss details later. For now, it would give him a project to keep him out of mischief. Mostly.

Our new house in Prague was smaller than the one in America, but it was cozy and would do until we had time to focus on building something more suited to our tastes on the land we’d bought down the road. It technically had a house on it, but the place was an old, poorly built monstrosity, not to mention an eyesore. The neighbors had already told Loïc theycouldn’t wait to have it torn down. The previous owner had apparently been an asshole. The new neighbors didn’t seem terribly shocked to find out there were three of us.

I refused to use the wordthruple. Triple was just as bad. Polycule made me think of adolescent frogs.

Twenty minutes later, my phone lit up again.

[Nymph] I’m carrying a shield to hide my belly in the scene we’re filming today

[Nymph] It’s better than the random bushel basket from yesterday

[Nymph] If I start carrying a shield all the time, I could hide pregnancies for the next twenty years

I found myself grinning down at my phone, imagining her with a shield—my red-headed Valkyrie.

Luckily, the showrunners and her director hadn’t been surprised about the pregnancy or even concerned, other than to be even more careful about her safety.

“We could hardly blame her,” Liza had confided to me one day. “Between the two of you, I’m surprised she stayed unpregnant as long as she did.”

My phone lit up with a group chat notification as I was doing the breakfast dishes.

[Chaos] How about Mayhem?

[Nymph] Is that the plan for after work or is that a baby name suggestion?

[Chaos] A name

[Chaos] And it’s gender neutral!

[Me]Uhh

[Nymph] May might be cute for a girl. We could use it as her government name and call her Mayhem at home

[Me] That sounds like a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’m using one of my vetoes

[Chaos]: Better than the ones you keep coming up with, Davenport

I chuckled, remembering the looks on their faces at dinner last night when I’d mentioned the name Ichabod again. In all seriousness, the kid was going to be twenty-five before the three of us agreed on a name.

I got on my next work call, still smiling and shaking my head.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Tarryn

“Can you try that again, but maybe tone down the way you’re glaring at him.” The guest director, a third-generation actor, was irritating the fuck out of me, but who was I to argue with someone born into the industry?

I felt like my co-stars could see the grumpy little black cloud over my head today.

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