Chapter 213: Cake
*Do you think we should have a cake without alcohol? – Zee*
Knuckles stood in the decorated main room looking at the large round chocolate cake that had a plastic toy motorcycle sitting in the center of the puffy icing. He remembered it from when she had made it before.
Guinness chocolate cake…
Jameson chocolate ganache…
Bailey cream icing…
He was drunk thinking about it.
Despite her girls’ objections, Nessie had insisted on doing the cakes. The girls helped and even made a nonalcoholic cake that sat on a separate table. Mia had come over and helped them make a hummingbird cake. She kept insisting that it was called that because it was made with hummingbird eggs.
“Those hummingbirds must be the size of chickens.” Her husband, Celt, had teased. “Or they died right after laying the egg.”
The wedding cake was a recipe that Evie had found and wanted to try, but feared she did not have the skill set to make it. She had sent it to both Mia and Nessie. That caused them both to find even more recipes that they wanted to try.
Celt and Knuckles threatened to take away their tablets and block Pinterest. Then Nessie pointed out that they wouldn’t get to taste either of their wives’ new recipes if they did that. The cooking skills of the wives and the stomachs of the men out voted them.
Which led to the two sitting in the kitchen at the Shack the day before the wedding. They were the only ones that had already tasted the wedding cake. Both were ready for more and kept teasing Trigg about it.
Pink champagne infused raspberry lemonade cake with raspberry mousse. Knuckles could feel his mouth watering. He hoped that she had some icing leftover. Nessie’s hidden library had some very interesting idea. In addition to the standard icing ideas, there were a few new things he wanted to try.
He discovered that several of the ladies liked her now not so hidden library. Anytime that he was caught reading one of her spicy books, he just grinned at his brothers. Papa Dean had described them as instruction manuals.
“You have no idea what’s going through my mind right now.” Knuckles whispered in Nessie’s ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Babe, yer impaling me. I know what yer thinking.” She looked up at him over her shoulder.
“I’ll be impaling you later too.” He kissed her and knew that Priscilla was snapping pictures. Looking up, he met the grin of his cousin. “I get it, now.”
Taz laughed as Riffraff pulled her into an easy embrace. He buried his face in his wife’s colorful hair and held her close. She just laughed as the groom tried to enjoy his wedding day and avoid the teenage photographer.
“Welcome to my life.” The MMA fighter laughed.
“It’s a good life.” Riffraff smiled.
“Aye, it is.” Nessie agreed as she smiled at her husband.
“It’s a good life, it’s a great life.” Trigg grumbled.
“Quick!” Camille yelled. “Someone get a bell. He’s going to be saying it’s a wonderful life!”
“Teacher says,” Priscilla said, and the other teens joined her in the quote, “every time a bell rings, an angel gets their wings.”
“Screw the angels, screw the bells, I want cake!” Trigg said.
“It’s really good.” Celt said slapping the older man on the back.
“You two are assholes!” Trigg declared.
“I think we should cut the cake so the toddler can go have his nap.” Nessie grinned and Trigg blushed.
“Probably.” Knuckles agreed.
“Yes, if he doesn’t get a nap in the afternoon, it’s hard to get him to bed at night.” Sid teased.
“Mom,” Charlotte pointed out, “you have nine kids. You never had a problem getting him to bed.”
“Whatever.” Camille laughed at her sister. “You were conceived in the bed of a pickup and I was conceived on the back of a bike.”
“It was still a bed.” The older sister grinned.
“Why are you two so okay with knowing so much about our parents sex life?” Dutch asked.
“Really?” Claire asked. “Like you’ve never heard them.”
“Think we’ll get to the point that our children are talking about where they were conceived?” Knuckles asked as he nuzzled his wife’s neck.
“I haven’t gotten this one done and yer already making plans for more?” Nessie teased.
“Loads more.” Knuckles admitted. “That’s just my plans. Nothing from Moira or anyone else in the Coven.”
“I’m still taking Moira’s number away from yeh” Nessie said as they slowly cut the cake as Priscilla snapped pictures.
“No, you won’t.” He grinned.
After feeding each other bites of cake, Nessie smiled at Mia who nodded. She slipped down the hall and then returned with a small single layer six-inch cake just for Trigg.
“You’re my favorite of my men’s women.” Trigg said as he kissed her cheek.
“And yeh don’t have to share with any of yer own bairns.” Nessie said as he came over and kissed her cheek too.
“Good. You’re my favorite over here.” Trigg told her.
“Feeling the love, dad.” Charlotte teased.
