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“Bea,” Bunny said, and then mumbled something unintelligible afterward.

Crying out, Bunny grunted and then collapsed onto the bed next to Bea. Curling around Bunny, Bea gave her the same care that Bunny had given her. They stayed together, wrapped up in each other’s arms for at least thirty minutes. There was silence between them, nothing but soothing, calm silence.

“I should tell Siena she can start planning—”

“It can wait until next week,” Bea said, her tone gentle.

“I’ll just text her tomorrow.”

Bea grinned. “Tomorrow is Christmas. You won’t be texting her.”

Bunny wrinkled her nose, but settled back in. “Fine, I’ll text her on the twenty-sixth.”

“That’s Boxing Day.”

“We’re American, Bea!” Bunny pinched Bea’s nipple as if to make her point. “We don’t celebrate Boxing Day.”

“My point is, it can wait until after the wedding.” Bea lifted up on her elbow and stared down at Bunny. “We’ve got too much to worry about right now and we can ask Jo and Piper what they think about a joint tour after they get back from their honeymoon.”

“Right… we should probably ask them first.”

“Yes, we should.” Bea pressed her lips to Bunny’s neck, trailing kisses down to her chest. “We don’t need another blowup like last year.”

Bunny hummed. “Fine, but what exactly are we supposed to do for two weeks with no work?”

Bea laughed. “Fuck, and fuck some more.”