gluten-free meal that her husband made for her with a sigh.
“Why do they get to be the godparents?” Caitlyn demanded with a pout as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Unable to help but frown, Melanie couldn’t help but ask, “Why would you think that I would pick you?”
“Ah, because I’m your sister?”
Blinking, Melanie asked, “And?”
“And we should be the godparents,” Caitlyn said, sending Adam a look that told him that it would be in his best interest to say something.
“Lucifer and Rebecca are Drew’s godparents,” Aidan said evenly as he reached for the platter filled to the brim with pot roast and began loading Melanie’s plate for her.
“Why?” Caitlyn demanded with a pout only to clear her throat and drop her arms when Aidan said, “Because I said so.”
Chapter 25
“You know what I’ve been thinking?” the epitome of evil asked while Aidan sat there, unable to take his eyes off Melanie.
“That it would probably be in your best interest to avoid going near religious relics so that you don’t burst into flames?” Aidan asked absently as he watched Melanie smile down at the photo album that his mother handed her a few minutes ago.
“No, but that’s probably a good idea,” Rebecca said with a heartfelt sigh and a nod as Aidan sat there, trying to tell himself that this was a bad idea.
“Then what have you been thinking?” he absently asked as he shifted his attention to the right and immediately wished that he hadn’t when he spotted his mother and brother locked in another glaring match over who was planning the baby shower.
“I was thinking that you might want to stop staring at her,” Rebecca drawled as Aidan once again found himself watching Melanie.
“And why’s that?” Aidan asked, still debating what he should do about her.
“It’s getting creepy.”
“Then what would you call what you did to Adam?” Aidan absently asked, not that he was complaining since it had chased the asshole off along with his pain in the ass wife before her parents had enough of their oldest daughter’s bullshit and left as well.
“Part of my process,” Rebecca said, shrugging it off.
“And what’s that?”
“You don’t want to find out,” Rebecca said with a pointed look that he easily ignored.
“Is that a warning?” Aidan asked, glancing back over to find his brother and mother still locked in a glaring match.
“It’s a promise,” Rebecca said, leveling a glare of her own on him.
“Is this the part where you tell me to back off?” Aidan asked as he helped himself to one of the large cupcakes that his mother picked up from Dixon’s bakery as he considered the small woman watching his every move.
“I would never do that,” Rebecca said, blinking innocently before adding, “but that doesn’t mean that I won’t make your life a living hell if you do anything to hurt her.”
“So, you’re fine if I decide to see if this is going anywhere,” Aidan said, taking a bite of the delicious cupcake as he watched his mother send his brother one last glare before she left.
“I didn’t say that, now did I?” Rebecca said, cocking an eyebrow as she reached for one of the gluten-free brownies that his mother picked up for her.
Nodding, Aidan murmured, “True,” as he glanced back at his brother and decided that he really didn’t have a choice.
“Glad we have an understanding,” Rebecca said with a sniffle as she took a bite of her brownie.
“Me, too,” Aidan murmured thoughtfully before finishing his cupcake and tossed the cupcake wrapper on her lap. When she picked it up with a frown, Aidan shot her a wink as he said, “Oh, god, you didn’t eat that cupcake, did you, Rebecca?”
“Wait. What? No, I didn’t-” she started to say, but it was too late.
There was a heavy sigh and then, “I told you to be careful.”
With a frantic shake of her head, Rebecca pointed towards Aidan, “No, no, no, you don’t understand, he-”
“I told you that wasn’t gluten-free,” Aidan said with a sad shake of his head as Lucifer walked over with another sigh. He plucked the cupcake wrapper out of her hand and tested a small crumb left behind. Sighing heavily, he tossed the cupcake wrapper aside with a glare before reaching down and grabbed his wife before she could run, and she definitely looked like she was about to run.
“He set me up!” Rebecca said, sounding desperate as she was forced to grab onto the back of her husband’s shirt when he threw her over his