“Ooh, how exciting,” I sighed, happy tears filling my eyes. “Now Braedan won’t have any reason to grumble about how loved up we are since he will be, too.”
“Grab your mother’s hand,” Jareth instructed Griffin as he took hold of Bryson.
I puffed my bottom lip out in a pout. “But I wanted to see what happens with your brother.”
“Hurry,” he urged our son. “Before Sheridan realizes that she needs to talk someone else into staying and one of us ends up trying to get both of our sugared up boys down to bed.”
“Oh, darn,” I sighed as I wrapped my fingers around Griffin’s small hand so we could teleport back home. “I guess I’ll have to pester him for details later.”
I’d assumed everything would go smoothly since Braedan and his fated consort were both daywalkers, but I would soon discover how wrong I was.