Nikita's POV
“Darling, why don’t we go look at the market again? I’m sure there will be plenty of treats.” Samuel suggested as Klaire came back, Elena following her with a big basket of vegetables.
“Only if you agree to buy me something.” I smiled, wrapping my arm around him and gazing up at him. If I was going to be playing wife, I was going to play it well.
“Do I even have a choice?” he teased, slinging his arm around my shoulders and leading me away. We left Athena with Elena and started to walk through the market when Klaire followed us.
“Do you mind if I join? I actually haven’t really gotten a chance to browse today and I already see some interesting things.”
“Uh, sure. Of course.” Samuel smiled and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. “My two girls.”
“What of Athena and your mother?” I pointed out, glaring at the way Klaire snuggled up to his side. Again, his “wife” was standing right in front of her.
“They are my father’s. And for that, I am lucky because you two are enough.”
“What is that supposed to mean, Samuel? Are you saying I am a burden on you?” Klaire scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Yes! Very much so.”
“Watch your tongue, Sammy, or I will have to cut it off.”
“I would love to see you try.”
Klaire pulled a knife out of her boot, smirking.
“Children, if we cannot play nicely, we do not play at all.” I snapped, pulling him away from her.
He chuckled at my reaction and shook his head.
“This is normal, love. She has always been aggressive. It is part of who she is.”
“Well I do not like someone threatening my husband. Love.”
Klaire laughed and tucked her knife away. “Well then, she has got a little bite in her. I like it.”
“Yes. My bite is much worse than my bark.”
Author's Note:
Sorry it's so short. It's kind of a filler because I needed to explain Klaire's character a bit more. She's a tomboy, in case you can't tell by now.
Well, that's if for this one. I will see you boogles in my next chapter. BYEEE!
