MARK
“You piece of s**t,” I huffed, as Reiner held out a hand to help me up.
He simply replied with a s**t-eating grin, pulling me up.
“No bad words Uncle Mark,” Violet grumbled from the mat she was playing on; Becky hadn't been well that day, so Reiner had been playing Daddy and Alpha full time.
I sighed, picking her up and tossing her up in the air, just to terrify her father a little. “And since when do you not want to hear bad words?” I giggled, making her fly one more time.
Stop it, Reiner intimated to me.
Say it out loud, I teased him. Say it so she can hear you, so she knows you don't want her to have fun ...
MARK!
“But ...what if baby sister hears them?” she did. “Then she repeats them and - and she gets an ugly nose! I don't want her to be ugly!”
I tossed her again
