Carli POV
Baby clothes are the cutest. The tiny feet on the onesies are my favorite. Parker is busy out with the fairy knights, investigating the cove and any leads on Rosie’s missing friend, and here I am, selfishly chilling in my own daydreams. I had been working day and night for the past three days to help find that girl, and felt like I was just running in circles, getting nowhere. I needed a break. A mental break, or I was going to go insane.
I’m grinning to myself, imagining new baby feet in the onesies I’ve kept from when Reese and Rosie were babies, when a f*****g disaster comes storming through my door. No knocking or anything. Just an instant f*****g disaster of loud kids and yelling adults.
“You got your tit juice all over my mate in the first five seconds of seeing her, m
