Book Eight: Chapter 11

“Always.” Mike leaned onto the bed and kissed her on the forehead. There was a wrinkle there that he had never seen before. He kissed that, too. It didn’t matter to him how old she got. Nothing could change the way he felt about the goblin. “Are they flipping houses or remodeling them for others?”

Tink yawned. “Flipping,” she replied. “But give Tink big ideas for decorations, finish baby room after she comes.”

“Or he,” Mike corrected.

“Hah! Tink know, is girl.” She stuck out her tongue. “Goblins girls are best girls.”

“That was never up for debate.” He kissed her forehead again and stripped the rest of his clothes off on the way to the bathroom. All of his clothes went into the hamper, and he now stood in the master bathroom. A large bathtub capable of holding multiple people was already filling up with water, the steam rising up to frost the mirror and windows.

“Didn’t you have a shower this morning?” asked Naia, her voice emanating from a collection o