A Witch Central Wedding

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“You’re going to love it, Uncle Devin!”

The most newly wed Sullivan caught his nephew in mid-dash and swooped him up for a sandy hug. “Gonna tell me what the surprise is now, munchkin?” The day had been full of them.

Aervyn only giggled. “Nope. Mama says if I tell, she’s gonna put me on bread-and-water rations for a week.” His eyes got big. “That means no cookies.”

Devin didn’t dig any harder. The last of the big wedding secrets was practically bursting out of five-year-old seams already—and he was well aware Nell would do a lot more than deny him cookies if he did anything to help it escape.

Besides, he liked surprises. Especially ones that involved a week of uninterrupted time with his new wife. No work, no interruptions. No nine-year-olds high on glitter glue and pre-wedding glee.

Just his entirely sexy new wife.

He hoped they were going somewhere hot, sultry, and—

He clamped down on that daydream. The five-year-old in his arms read thoughts all too well. “So what have you done with my wife, superboy?”

Aervyn snuggled in closer for one last hug, and then ported to the ground. “She’s coming. And I’m a’posed to tell you to close your eyes.”

He did. And felt the familiar tug of a transport spell.