Anthenet's POV
"Are you sure you want pickles now?" Grayson asks sweetly, but honestly, it irritates me.
It feels like lately they've been questioning my decisions, especially when it comes to what and how much I eat.
Griffen and Clay watch intently, waiting with itching ears for my reply and I suddenly snap. "What!? Say what it is you want to say."
"Babe, I didn't mean anything by it." Grayson tries to pacify, rising from the bed. "It's just, it's so late and...."
"And what!?" I bite.
"And.... and...." he sighs. "Never mind, I'll go get it for you."
He leaves and Griffen sits up. "Don’t you think you were a little harsh on Grayson?"
"Then should I start on you for telling me yesterday that I reminded you of a chipmunk while I was eating!?"
"Because you looked so darn cute with th
