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dix-huit| family dinner

Saturday's dinner came quicker then I expected. I mean, one day I was bitching about Bowie chewing my favourite pair of fuzzy socks - do not judge - and the next, I'm making enough food to feed an army. Literally.

Not only is Storm presenting us to his lover - he didn't specify if it was a girl or boy since he's bisexual - but Lilith is going to reveal that she's pregnant today. Even Wolf doesn't know.

It's going to be big. That's what she said.

Not the time.

"Damien, my love, can you set the table while I feed the dogs?" I asked while putting the apple pie in the oven, along with the cherry one. Damien's answer was drowned by the sound of paws running in my penthouse until it finally reached me.

Saint sat at my feet, his yellow-ish eyes scrutnizing me as I raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't look away from me, not even when Bowie came crashing in his large back.

Crazy dog.

"Don't get furr on me, okay?" I said to Bowie who simply wagged his tail even harder. I put the boys food in their bowls, Saint waiting for me to tell him it was okay to eat while Bowie just went for it. That dog has zero patience.

"Hey, did you see- woah."

Damien's sentence was cut short as his eyes widened at my outfit. He gave me a up and down look, his cheeks red of embarassement as he let out a soft whistle.

I was wearing baby blue washed jeans, a white shirt and a baby blue suit jacket. I won't lie, I look good. We always make sure to dress up at family diner, it's like our own way of going to a restaurant to eat. Except you get to stay seated however long you want.

"You... I-... holy guacamole! You look-... you look so good." Damien stated in awe as he walked closer to me. His plaid black suit and white shirt combo made me think unholy thoughts as his hands placed themselves on my waist.