Page 31 of A Raging Merry Christmas
When I returned, I caught Dante about to squeeze an entire tube of paint over Eddie and snatched it from him. Axel looked amused.
“You gonna help?” I demanded. “Oh no, you don’t!” I grabbed the scissors that Robin, Jett’s five-year-old boy, had in hand to cut his three-year-old sister’s hair off. Shit, Sin would kill us, as Lexie had cute blond ringlets, and Sin loved them.
“You’re doing fine,” Axel boomed, handing Davy some paint.
I scanned the children, looking for mischief, and wondered how the hell I’d missed Eddie, Amelia, and Aria flattening Dante. Aria had a huge D on her forehead, and I groaned. The three girls had pinned Dante to the floor, and by the time I got them off him, Dante was fucked. He had pink eyelids, purple eyebrows, red, rosy cheeks and green lips. And one of them had drawn a dick in the middle of his head.
Judging by Aria’s smug expression, it had been her. I grabbed Dante by the scruff of his neck and eyed Aria. “You finished?”
“Not yet, Uncle Ace, please, hold him steady,” Aria said politely.
Well, hell, the kids were at least polite. Before I could stop her, Aria had drawn another dick on his cheek and written Aria’s bitch on the other with a yellow star.
Axel boomed with laughter as I stared in horror at the squirming child in my hand. Aria gave me a hug, kissed my chin, and returned to decorating.
Eddie produced some wet wipes and began scrubbing at Aria’s head. Jesus, Gunner was going to freak out if that D didn’t come off. I opened the door and looked for Cody or Christian. Instead, I found the future jailbird’s dad.
Drake gazed at Dante, and his lips twitched. He scowled at Drake in return, and I hid a grin. Dante was the fuckin’ image of his father.
“Wow!” Phoe exclaimed from behind us. She studied Dante. “You will never learn, son, until it’s too late. You’ll drive Aria away! Drake, you can deal with that. What did he do to her?”
“He drew a huge D on her head,” I replied.
“Then he got what he deserved,” Phoe said and rushed off.
I handed the sulking child over to his father and walked back to see what mayhem the Hellions could create next.
Rock, Gunner and Apache - Gunner’s POV
I was thanking God I didn’t have the ornament decorating to deal with. I could only imagine the carnage they’d get up in there. At least here, we’d make cookies and stick them in the oven to bake and then decorate. Weren’t much that could go wrong with that scenario? Not like making ornaments.
I could see Rock, and Apache were thinking the same as me.
Until we started.
Everything was fine until Garrett dropped his mix on Amelia’s lap.
Amelia let out a high-pitched scream and scooped the batter up and smashed it straight into Garrett’s face. Immediately Garrett’s twin, Jake, took offence and collected up a handful and slammed it back into Amelia’s. I winced as Rock grabbed Amelia, who promptly threw a bag of flour over both boys.
Apache caught the twins, and we marched them out of the kitchen to where Harley and Grey waited. “Clean them up.”
Harley and Grey looked horrified.
“Give me them, I’ll chuck them in the shower fully clothed,” Harley said. “You can just wash Amelia’s hands and face and wipe down her dress.”
“I love this outfit,” Amelia hissed at Garrett, who blanched. “You’re going to pay when the Princesses are back together!”
I hid a laugh as Garrett looked up at his brother, and Harley shrugged.
“You kids don’t fuckin’ learn,” Harley said.
I entered the room and scooped Peyton, Drake’s kid, and Isla, Savage’s daughter (both aged six) up. The girls faced off against Elijah, Lowrider’s six-year-old son, and Apache’s twin sons (also the same age), Kite and Eagle. Judging by the looks, the boys were about to get their asses kicked.
Isla picked up a deformed snowman as I carried her past a tray, and she launched it at Kite.
“That was perfect until you touched it,” she hissed with sheer venom in her voice.
I dumped Isla on her feet but wasn’t quick enough to restrain Peyton as she grabbed a tube of icing and sprayed all three boys. I stepped back as I guessed exactly where this was going.