"Hi, honey, I'm home!" he hollered. "Did you bring flowers?" Lassiter shouted back. "Not for you." "Damn it. Well, I'm on deck tonight with Tohr, so can we get moving? There's a full list of appointments, but I want to get back for ." "Don't you DVR that shit?" Wrath groused as he and George went into the old dining room. "Yeah, but I have poor impulse control. It was on at nine, okay? And I hate waiting. I put George's fresh water down by your chair, b.t.dub." "At least you're a dog lover. That's the only thing that saves you." "Ha! I have wings and a halo, you cranky son of a bitch. I'm already perma-saved." "Just our luck." "Hey, my brother," V said as he came through the archway and lit a hand-rolled. "Where's your girl?" Lassiter cut in, "She's got to be coming back soon, right?" Wrath had to smile as he took his seat. About the only time that annoying SOB got serious was when it came to Beth--and he had to admit, that was kinda endearing. "She back yet?" Rhage asked as he walked into the room. "How long can it take to order baby furniture?" Butch demanded while making his appearance. "Weeks," Z answered. "You have no idea." And so it went, everyone arriving with the same question, from Blay and Qhuinn to Phury and Rehvenge. The only one who didn't ask it out loud was John--but he didn't have to. Beth's brother had been a quiet, worried presence since they'd made the announcement of the surprise pregnancy. And Wrath loved the guy for it."