stand, that was where me and my Pookie lived. Needless to say, once Amelia had discovered her legs were for walking, then it had been advised that I keep a lock on the apartment that me and Adam lived in. Of course, I knew why, me and my husband were known somewhat as a very sexual couple. Basically, we did it like BDSM bunnies, which meant that many things in our room were not exactly of the appropriate kind for a little curious mind. Which also meant, that no one wanted a three year old getting hold of their vibrating dildo and asking exactly what it was… not even me. Someone who would have probably had about twenty answers to that, one of which would have been a rotating tower for when your building blocks made a castle.
But, knowing that the Tooternator would have probably freaked out and given her gorgeous self a substantial hernia, I decided to have a feng shui moment and change our living space to be more suitable for the Little Bean. because let's face it, of course I wanted her to come and play in my room. That was the best thing about kids, their playful side! And considering I had an imagination that had often been referred to as childlike, there was a reason that Amelia called me her favourite auntie, or should I say, Wanty.
Now, I couldn’t claim to be her only aunty, as she had two other aunts. Amelia also adored her mortal Aunty Libby, who was of course Keira’s sister. I liked her too, as she was fun and always laughed at my jokes. Which was a major what I liked to call a monusblus with me… translation, bonus plus
Then there was Sophia, another one of my besties. Someone who was again her actual Aunt by blood, being that she was the sister of Dominic Draven. But the downside to Sophia was that she was a bit of a germaphobe and also lived for fashion. Unfortunately, that also meant that for a toddler like Little Bean who pretty much was a giant germ with legs and had no interest in fashion whatsoever, the only thing they really shared together was when it came to dressing her dolls.
Not that this was an ‘aunty competition’ or anything, but let's just say that Sophia wasn't exactly ready to go jumping in muddy puddles dressed as a pig, and I’m not talking of the ‘Peppa’ variety. I mean, if you're gonna do it dressed like a pig, then do it right. However, Sophia did excel in the tea party department, and this too was something they enjoyed immensely together, especially when Sophia encouraged her to put pretty pink bows in her husband Zagan’s hair… something the demon had no problem with, because this was Little Bean we were talking about. Everyone, and I mean everyone, loved Little Bean. Which also meant that she had the most powerful beings on Earth wrapped around her cute little fingers. This included the big bad ass men who lived at Afterlife. So yes, it was also known that Dominic Draven himself would end up taking council meetings with his daughter bouncing on his lap and sticking lollypops in his face or trying to plait his hair.
Vincent, his brother, would often laugh at his expense which always ended the same way, with Dom telling his daughter that it was her uncle’s turn to get a ribbon. To which she would never be denied as Vincent, the King of Angels, adored his niece and became a slave to anything she wanted… bow and ribbons and sticky candy included.
Now, as for me, well like I said, I was somewhat classed as a favourite as everyone knew that when it came to fun, Pip was the one you called. Hence the reason why, when entering my private space, above the door was written in lights…
Pip and Adam’s Funhouse.
Well, it certainly lived up to that name, and naturally was one of Little Bean’s favourite places to spend her time. Of course, this could be down to a number of reasons. Perhaps it was the adventure wall we had built, that was complete with half a pirate ship and a plank you could walk that jumped into a pile of cushions shaped like sharks and waves.
But then it could have also been the sofa which sat in the centre of the room that was like the basket on a hot air balloon. One that was