Bab 98: Fragile

~Noelle~

I take back everything I said about that feeling of being missed, because it's no longer great. The kids are clingy, which is awesome but I'm introverted. I like my space sometimes. And if they're not sticking to me, my husbands are. They won't let me even pee in private! What do they expect to happen? 

Do people actually get kidnapped while peeing? Isn't that gross?

I sighed, sitting on the steps of Greta's RV. Her friends from the parking lot had stayed there. They didn't want to invite danger by following my husbands in search of us. Well, I'll assume they're dead. Greta said she ran into Micah, not literal, on her way out of the amusement park. Which was good, become there's no way she would have called for help. 

I was saying nonsense before. There wasn't a phone there. 

Milo's napping, Lynx is making dinner with Lucifer. I'm expecting her to coordinate him or he might Poison us with the food.