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In Which Oliver is Naked, Kenna is Insane, and Smith Makes an Appearance
“Fine. Be a dolt then. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes” Kenna employed herself by glaring daggers at me with her own eyes. “that he was expecting this idiot here to just shed all of her clothing and then start asking questions. You just ruined his first chance at tasting heaven or whatever it is you men call it when you stop being virgins.”
In Which Angelina is the Boss, Oliver is Sweaty, and Kenna is Pregnant
“The two of you are positively sickening. You especially.” Her tone turned sarcastic. “You’re a man, for Merlin’s sake! You’re not supposed to be devoted to your wife, the wife you met when you were eleven. You’re supposed to show up early for practice because she’s driving you up the wall with her nagging. Not show up late because she seduced you.”
In Which Smith Yells, Kenna Worries, and Oliver is Caught Off Guard
This was not something I needed to see. In fact, on the list of things that no self-respecting man ever wants to happen, seeing my brother-in-law naked is second only to being seen naked by my mother-in-law. Neither experience was worth repeating. So I did the only sensible thing.
In Which Oliver Reveals, Angelina is Gleeful, and a Party is Planned
“Are you sure? I could have sworn I saw her out and about with some man in Diagon Alley the other day.”
In Which Kenna and Oliver Reveal, Smith is Annoyed, and Nefertiti is Stuck on a Roof
“You’re not getting divorced, are you?” my mother asked in a fearful tone. “Oliver, darling, you know I don’t believe in divorce.” Good job then, Mum, seeing as you married a previously-divorced man with a daughter who was only ten years younger than you.
In Which Oliver Babysits, Kenna Cries, and Smith Colour-Coordinates
Naturally, she refused to share her suspicions with me until one day I got fed up and cornered her. She immediately broke up with me because I wasn’t ‘respecting her privacy.’ I might have said something about her constantly going through my sock drawer, and if that wasn’t a lack of privacy, I didn’t know what was.
In Which Oliver is Fearful, Smith is Irrational, and Kenna has Cravings
Her cheek rubbed against mine, cool and smooth and somehow unbearably sweet coming from her. “I didn’t mean it like that.” she assured me, brushing her lips briefly over mine before smiling into my eyes. “You just have to stop being so bloody sensitive, love.”
In Which Kenna and Oliver Go Shopping
“Don’t be absurd.” I scoffed. “You don’t look like a cow. For one thing, you don’t have any spots.” One look from her let me know my attempt at a joke wasn’t at all appreciated. “And for another, you’re not fat. I don’t think you’re fat. I think you’re fine just the way you are.”
In Which Oliver and Kenna Are Again Interrupted
Before I could respond, Smith covered his ears. “La la la.” he practically shrieked. “I can’t hear you because you’re talking about things that are completely inappropriate for a younger sibling’s ears.”
In Which Everyone Argues, Smith Reveals, and a Deal is Made
Not to be outdone, Kenna smirked at me. Over the years, I’ve come to understand exactly why she was always screaming at me about how the next time someone smirked, she was going to permanently alter his face with her spoon. Smirking is obnoxious. “Well, obviously, you’re not very good at being the male, because it took eight years for you to plant the children that are growing inside of me.”
In Which Smith Surprises, Shelly Lectures, and Kenna and Oliver Babysit
Kenna sneered and pulled Smith to her side. “He may be an abomination, but he’s my abomination. Now, for the love of Merlin’s hairy knuckles, get out of my house.”
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