Page 6 of A Raging Merry Christmas
Phoe
I handed over the toy list to a sulky-looking Jett. He was balefully staring at me as he glanced down and winced.
“Jett, you know you have to buy these toys early. Christmas will see most items sold out; be warned. You can’t leave this to the last minute,” I said.
“Phoe, we’re fine. Blaze has organised everything. Slate and Hunter are also helping. The kids will have their presents from Santa,” Jett replied cockily. He turned to walk away, and I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
“Jett, seriously, start purchasing these now. The toys with stars on are the ones that’ll be in hot demand leading up to Christmas. You’ve got about seven weeks; you need to begin buying,” I insisted.
“Phoe, take a chill pill. We’re good.”
Worried, I gazed at Jett. Typical male, Jett didn’t get it.
“Okay!” I replied, and my mind began making a back-up plan. “Where are you going to keep them?”
“Huh?” Jett stopped walking away and turned to me.
“You can’t store them at home; your kids will find them. The clubhouse and hall are off-limits too. Too many children in and out. Jett, where will you hide the toys?” I asked.
“Er. Blaze has an idea,” Jett cheerfully sacrificed Blaze, who’d just walked in.
“Blaze, you cannot keep the presents in one of Ali-kat’s barns. That’s an easy place to search. This is a disaster in the making!” I cried.
“Phoe. It’s fine. We’re gonna put them where you do, well, when you tell us where you hide them,” Blaze soothed, catching on to the problem quickly.
“Blaze, I’ve told Jett and am telling you. Those need to be bought now. If you leave it until a week or two before Christmas, you won’t get them,” I repeated my earlier concern.
“Phoe, stop worrying. Everything will be perfect, or Drake will kill us,” Jett muttered, and then he perked up. “Hey, at least Sin’s not mad at me this year. She’s not pregnant!”
“No!” Blaze and I hissed at him, and Jett’s face fell.
“You jinxed Sin!” I cried.
“Dude, what the fuck? You had to tempt fate.” Blaze shook his head in despair.
“Sin is going to shoot you,” I exclaimed, giggling.
“I’m gonna double wrap,” Jett said, paling. “We’ve got six kids. Sin will murder me if I knock her up again.”
Blaze fell apart, laughing at Jett’s dejection. “Dude, I thought you were having the op?”
“I am. It’s booked for after Christmas. It’s Sin’s surprise gift,” Jett admitted.
“You’re getting the snip for Sin’s Christmas present?” I asked, aghast.
“Snip?” Jett questioned, puzzled.
“The English call a vasectomy the snip. Are you honestly getting Sin that? As a gift?”
Blaze began to chuckle as I shook my head.
“Yup,” Jett said happily. “Sin won’t want to kill me as much.”
“Wow, just wow. I’m lost for words,” I admitted.
“What?” Jett snapped.
“I hope the fuck you’ve got Sin a proper present!” I exclaimed.