family- the Whittenhowers.
“After you’ve helped change someone’s shitty diapers I think that gives you the rights to cal l them anything you wish. You’ ll forever be Dim-Whitt in my eyes, son. ” I chuckle out.
I muss up his curly mop, not that I could make it any more tangled up. Someone needs to teach the teen how to fix his hair.
“Come on, Dimby- Whitt. L et’s see how you like your first trip to the dungeon.” The little bastard is almost half a foot taller than me, but he allows me to drag his ass from the room. He grins at me with an infectious smile showing off his dimples. Sometimes he looks so much like his mom, but the majority of the time he’s Whitt’s doppelgänger.
Chapter Eleven
I feel a tad like the Pied Piper of Miscreants as I stroll into the dungeon with everyone at my back. The Zeitler couch and love seat are arranged in the dungeon to accommodate all the guests. Ezra, Cortez, and Devlin sit on the couch while their interviewee s sit on the loveseat, Aaron and his wife, Kayla.
An angelic waif of a girl skips towards me with a huge grin on her face. Her long , white hair flows behind her like wings.
“Dexter,” the fourteen-year- old chirps and pulls me into a hug. And pull me she doe s. She’ s pushing six feet tall. She dwarfs her mother and me . I hold the child back. I can’t see her for the young woman she has become. I’ ll always see her as the eleven-year- old monster whose first love was sugar.
A shrill screech echoes through the room followed by a baying. The ir fathers release the two mutant twins and they toddle after their sister. The tiny mistress of the pair is in charge. If her fiery, red hair didn’t inform you of her demon status the name definitely would- Azriel. She gets what she wants, when she wants or all hell will be had - just like Cortez and Katya. Baby Ezra is a cute, calm, and pleasant baby who cried only to get his sister what she wanted. His wispy , pale hair and light green eyes are a perfect mix of his parents, just like his personality.
The two tug on my pant legs and try to grab onto my fingers.
“De-ex-ter,” spills out baby Ez’s mouth. He has been learning names for the past few weeks. He likes to tes t them out. He’s a smart little guy . I think that he sees me as a large child to play with. I pick him up and give him a squeeze. I pass him back to his mom. He immediately borrows into her arms and closes his eyes.
Ava tries to pick Azriel up before she’ s greeted me properly and is met with a tiny fist to the chest. The look that crosses Ava’s face makes me flinch. Something tells me the angel will join the family’s hobby. She releases the child and steps away.
“Dexter,” the small voice says eloquently. I pick her up and give her a kiss on the cheek when she presents it to me.
“Hello, demon , how are you today?” I whisper into her ear.
“Pink,” she giggles out and claps. Pink? Well, must be she’s learning colors. I laugh with her.
“Who do you want to visit?” I whisper in her ear.
“Pop,” she squeals out as she bounces in my arms and reaches for the man. I walk her over to her favorite man on earth- not her brother, or her fathers- Pop. She has good taste.
Pop- aka, our Master Marcus , is leaning over the back of the couch listen ing to the interview. His fa ce lights up when he sees the tiny demon. His arms automatically open and she stretches to reach him.
“Azriel, you’re such a naughty joy to behold. Yeah, your sister needs a good punch for how she’s behaving. Shall we punish her now?” He coos to the toddler.
“Bad Ava,” she says clearly and points at her sister.
I raise my brows trying to figure out what the girl has done to piss him off. And I can feel that he is very pissed.
I glance over to witness what has him concerned. Ava and Niel’s faces are inches apart as they discuss something passionately. That isn’t what has Katya’s arms crossed over her
“After you’ve helped change someone’s shitty diapers I think that gives you the rights to cal l them anything you wish. You’ ll forever be Dim-Whitt in my eyes, son. ” I chuckle out.
I muss up his curly mop, not that I could make it any more tangled up. Someone needs to teach the teen how to fix his hair.
“Come on, Dimby- Whitt. L et’s see how you like your first trip to the dungeon.” The little bastard is almost half a foot taller than me, but he allows me to drag his ass from the room. He grins at me with an infectious smile showing off his dimples. Sometimes he looks so much like his mom, but the majority of the time he’s Whitt’s doppelgänger.
Chapter Eleven
I feel a tad like the Pied Piper of Miscreants as I stroll into the dungeon with everyone at my back. The Zeitler couch and love seat are arranged in the dungeon to accommodate all the guests. Ezra, Cortez, and Devlin sit on the couch while their interviewee s sit on the loveseat, Aaron and his wife, Kayla.
An angelic waif of a girl skips towards me with a huge grin on her face. Her long , white hair flows behind her like wings.
“Dexter,” the fourteen-year- old chirps and pulls me into a hug. And pull me she doe s. She’ s pushing six feet tall. She dwarfs her mother and me . I hold the child back. I can’t see her for the young woman she has become. I’ ll always see her as the eleven-year- old monster whose first love was sugar.
A shrill screech echoes through the room followed by a baying. The ir fathers release the two mutant twins and they toddle after their sister. The tiny mistress of the pair is in charge. If her fiery, red hair didn’t inform you of her demon status the name definitely would- Azriel. She gets what she wants, when she wants or all hell will be had - just like Cortez and Katya. Baby Ezra is a cute, calm, and pleasant baby who cried only to get his sister what she wanted. His wispy , pale hair and light green eyes are a perfect mix of his parents, just like his personality.
The two tug on my pant legs and try to grab onto my fingers.
“De-ex-ter,” spills out baby Ez’s mouth. He has been learning names for the past few weeks. He likes to tes t them out. He’s a smart little guy . I think that he sees me as a large child to play with. I pick him up and give him a squeeze. I pass him back to his mom. He immediately borrows into her arms and closes his eyes.
Ava tries to pick Azriel up before she’ s greeted me properly and is met with a tiny fist to the chest. The look that crosses Ava’s face makes me flinch. Something tells me the angel will join the family’s hobby. She releases the child and steps away.
“Dexter,” the small voice says eloquently. I pick her up and give her a kiss on the cheek when she presents it to me.
“Hello, demon , how are you today?” I whisper into her ear.
“Pink,” she giggles out and claps. Pink? Well, must be she’s learning colors. I laugh with her.
“Who do you want to visit?” I whisper in her ear.
“Pop,” she squeals out as she bounces in my arms and reaches for the man. I walk her over to her favorite man on earth- not her brother, or her fathers- Pop. She has good taste.
Pop- aka, our Master Marcus , is leaning over the back of the couch listen ing to the interview. His fa ce lights up when he sees the tiny demon. His arms automatically open and she stretches to reach him.
“Azriel, you’re such a naughty joy to behold. Yeah, your sister needs a good punch for how she’s behaving. Shall we punish her now?” He coos to the toddler.
“Bad Ava,” she says clearly and points at her sister.
I raise my brows trying to figure out what the girl has done to piss him off. And I can feel that he is very pissed.
I glance over to witness what has him concerned. Ava and Niel’s faces are inches apart as they discuss something passionately. That isn’t what has Katya’s arms crossed over her
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