Pregnant For My Father-in-Law
Asher’s grin deepened, sharp and delighted, like he had just discovered a new toy that might actually bite back.
“You know,” he said, voice thoughtful, “I like you a bit.”
Inara’s eyes narrowed. “That sounds like a threat.”
“It might be.”
“Asher,” I said warningly.
He ignored me beautifully and pointed at Inara with the apple he was still holding. “Daggermouth.”
Inara blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Daggermouth,” Asher repeated with shameless satisfaction. “Small, sharp, always armed and clearly incapable of keeping quiet when danger is in the room.”