(Deacon POV)
Virginia was going to blow any second. I could see it in her eyes, the way they darted around the garden, staring at empty paper cups, balloons, the littering of wrapping paper being blown around the grass.
I didn’t like to blame her hormones for the outbursts, but this pregnancy, yes it was the hormones that were to blame. It wasn’t her at all, I knew her normal temperament and this was so NOT it.
“Dec, man… get Virginia inside before she makes a scene.” I muttered, nudging him towards her. I was stuck manning the BBQ so I couldn’t exactly leave it with all these children about. That would be the epitome of danger in Virginia’s eyes and I’d rather her anger was directed on the mess rather than me. I love my wife, I do. More than anything (other than my kids) but I wouldn’t
