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“But you aren’t, are you? Come on, Jessing. We agreed thirteen was enough.”

Conn rolled his eyes. “No amount of coffee is going to make any of this conversation make sense. I’m going to check on Mulan. We might have to call in a healer to look at her. She can’t seem to hold anything down. I thought the sushi was fine.”

We watched as the clueless high demon strolled out to check on the love of his life with his refilled coffee cup casually in hand like he hadn’t a care in the world.

Jessing looked at Hart. “Congratulations, Hart. The demon king is worse at taking hints than you are.”

“But you’re not pregnant again, right?”

Jessing laughed. “No. I wouldn’t do that to either of us. Thirteen was too many.”

Hart sank into his seat. His relief made me laugh. “Thirteen was just right, but now there are just the two of us again. That is the perfect number for this new season of our life.”

Jessing nodded. “It is enough until the grandchildren come along. Who knows how many of those we’ll have?”

Hart blew out a breath. “Can we talk about something less stressful? I would like to enjoy my coffee.”

I started laughing, and then I suddenly couldn’t stop. Everything in my life was too ridiculous to be happening.

There was a contract on my head.

Mulan was lying about sushi.

And Conn was clueless that he would soon be a father.

The enforcers were funny and liked to tease me, but they hadn’t come up with any original ideas. When I stopped laughing, my sigh was loud.

Rasmus suddenly appeared in the dining room. His shirt was hanging open and his fly was barely zipped. “I woke up and missed you. Why did you get up so early?”

Behind him, Jessing grinned and fanned herself. I smiled into my coffee when Hart glared and threw a piece of toast at her.

“I’m not Yoko Ono and I can’t solve my problems from bed. This is my second cup of coffee and I’m going to need one more today. It’s a three-cup day.”

Rasmus snorted at my excuse. “You have a caffeine addiction and are in denial. Who is Yoko Ono?”

“John Lennon was a singer. Have ya heard of him?”

“Yes. He was in a musical group called The Beatles.”

“Right. John’s wife was Yoko Ono. They were infamous for working from their bed.”

Rasmus sighed. “Oh. Now I get the sarcasm. You need to be out of bed. Perhaps I should go dress for the day as well.”

“Yes,” I said to him sweetly. “That would probably be a good idea.”

Rasmus waved to Hart and Jessing before leaving. “Good morning. I’ll be back shortly.”

At their end of the table, Hart and Jessing hid their faces in their hands while their shoulders shook with muffled laughter.

“It’s okay if ya laugh aloud. This is my crazy life. Now ya see why the contract on my head wasn’t at the top of my problem list until the third time a fairy tried to kill me.”

“Was it like this when you were married to the evil human?” Jessing asked.

I smiled at Jessing for calling Jack evil. It made me like her even more. “No. But only because I lied to Jack to keep thepeace. It’s much harder to deal with what comes from the truth. How did ya know about the baby?”

Hart beamed at his wife. “It’s another of Jessing’s gifts.”

I lifted my chin and nodded. “I said nothing directly to Conn because it’s not my place to drop the big news on the clueless father. Mulan needs to do it.”