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just children, she knew better. Her boys were just too damn smart for their own good and until she figured out how to help them learn to control their Bradford urges and their tendencies to terrify everyone, she was just going to have to deal with-
“Umm,” Tom said, clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable with whatever is was that he needed to say. “The owners wanted to know if it would be possible for the boys to tell them what they did to the computers so that they could have them fixed.”
“Oh no,” she said, closing her eyes in defeat, because she knew what was about to happen.
And sure enough……
“I’m sure that we could fix it,” she heard Sebastian say from her right just as she felt movement to her left as Johnnie added, “For a price.”
And just like that, her boys proved that they were without a doubt…..
Bradfords.
The List
The List
Orlando, Florida
The Morning after Book Bash……..
“Nick?”
A gentle shake of his shoulder was followed by another, “Nick?”
With a disgruntled groan, he rolled over onto his side and reached for the heating pad that he’d placed by the bed, knowing that Jamie would need it this morning. Still struggling to open his eyes, he blindly reached out, slapping his hand against the carpeted floor and the side of the nightstand until he found what he was looking for. With another grunt, he picked up the heating pad and rolled over onto his back as he unraveled the rolled up heating pad.
“Do you want me to draw you a bath?” he asked, struggling against the desperate need to yawn as he forced his eyes open, only to frown when he found his wife, who by all rights should be curled up in the fetal position, whimpering and moaning as she struggled to get through the morning after a sugar binge, kneeling on the bed, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.
“What the hell is going on?” he asked, rubbing his hands roughly down his face even as he did a mental tally of all the sugar that he’d caught her consuming yesterday, making sure to multiply that by five for all the sugar that she’d most likely snuck behind his back and knew without a doubt that she should be begging for him to put her out of her misery right about now.
Instead she was wide-eyed, smiling and apparently energetic after only four hours of sleep, which meant……
“Oh, shit,” he grumbled, dropping the heating pad on the bed as he rubbed his hands down his face again, praying that this was a dream, a really bad dream. “You never went to bed, did you?”
“Nope,” Jamie said, shifting anxiously on the bed next to him.
“How much?” he asked, mentally preparing himself for her answer, an answer that was no doubt going to either lead to spending the night in the emergency room, getting another lecture from doctors about limiting her sugar or by her side in the bathroom while she begged him to knock her the hell out between promises that she would never touch sugar again.
“How much what?” she asked, pretending not to understand, something that she only did when she broke her promise and went over her sugar quota for the week in a single day.
“How much sugar did you have between the moment that I passed out and just a few minutes ago when you woke me up?” he asked, groaning as he forced himself to roll over and sit up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed as he struggled to chase away the last few strands of sleep trying to drag him back under.
“Not much,” she mumbled, shifting nervously on the
“Umm,” Tom said, clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable with whatever is was that he needed to say. “The owners wanted to know if it would be possible for the boys to tell them what they did to the computers so that they could have them fixed.”
“Oh no,” she said, closing her eyes in defeat, because she knew what was about to happen.
And sure enough……
“I’m sure that we could fix it,” she heard Sebastian say from her right just as she felt movement to her left as Johnnie added, “For a price.”
And just like that, her boys proved that they were without a doubt…..
Bradfords.
The List
The List
Orlando, Florida
The Morning after Book Bash……..
“Nick?”
A gentle shake of his shoulder was followed by another, “Nick?”
With a disgruntled groan, he rolled over onto his side and reached for the heating pad that he’d placed by the bed, knowing that Jamie would need it this morning. Still struggling to open his eyes, he blindly reached out, slapping his hand against the carpeted floor and the side of the nightstand until he found what he was looking for. With another grunt, he picked up the heating pad and rolled over onto his back as he unraveled the rolled up heating pad.
“Do you want me to draw you a bath?” he asked, struggling against the desperate need to yawn as he forced his eyes open, only to frown when he found his wife, who by all rights should be curled up in the fetal position, whimpering and moaning as she struggled to get through the morning after a sugar binge, kneeling on the bed, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.
“What the hell is going on?” he asked, rubbing his hands roughly down his face even as he did a mental tally of all the sugar that he’d caught her consuming yesterday, making sure to multiply that by five for all the sugar that she’d most likely snuck behind his back and knew without a doubt that she should be begging for him to put her out of her misery right about now.
Instead she was wide-eyed, smiling and apparently energetic after only four hours of sleep, which meant……
“Oh, shit,” he grumbled, dropping the heating pad on the bed as he rubbed his hands down his face again, praying that this was a dream, a really bad dream. “You never went to bed, did you?”
“Nope,” Jamie said, shifting anxiously on the bed next to him.
“How much?” he asked, mentally preparing himself for her answer, an answer that was no doubt going to either lead to spending the night in the emergency room, getting another lecture from doctors about limiting her sugar or by her side in the bathroom while she begged him to knock her the hell out between promises that she would never touch sugar again.
“How much what?” she asked, pretending not to understand, something that she only did when she broke her promise and went over her sugar quota for the week in a single day.
“How much sugar did you have between the moment that I passed out and just a few minutes ago when you woke me up?” he asked, groaning as he forced himself to roll over and sit up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed as he struggled to chase away the last few strands of sleep trying to drag him back under.
“Not much,” she mumbled, shifting nervously on the
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