If she had to guess, it would probably be entire chunks of the gingerbread house’s wall missing. Curiously, she could swear there were what looked like little fang marks around this missing gashes in the gingerbread wall.
Fang marks seemingly consistent with at least three of her daughters.
“Girls? You wouldn’t know anything about this….?” she asked while absently bouncing little Claire on her knee. The jinko mother was quietly grateful that her youngest wasn’t old enough to snatch stuff off of tables when they thought nobody was looking.
“About what, mom?” Eva asked innocently. Gabby and Layla were by the Christmas tree doing a rather poor job of trying to stifle their giggling.
“Try as I might, girls- I can’t figure out how this gingerbread house ended up with so many holes in it. I was wondering if you could maybe tell me….”
“I’m saving room for one of grandma’s pies.” Eva said nonchalantly.
“Auntie V!” She called as she wrapped herself around the jinko’s leg the second the front door closed behind the jinko.
Looking down, Vanessa laughed “Well hey there stranger! What brings you here?”
Anippe giggled “I’m spending the weekend here! Remember?”
“Of course I do!” Vanessa said as she gently pulled the anubis off her leg.
Art rounded the corner and pulled his wife into a hug “Hey you!”
Anippe stood on her tiptoes and gently pushed her ear against Vanessa’s slightly rounded stomach after Vanessa was embraced by her hubby.
“Hey Claire, how are you doing?” she asked the little bump.
While her name wasn’t set in stone yet Anippe had fallen in love with one of the possible names that Art and Vanessa were considering.
Not even a second later, there was a loud knocking on the door, but Sakaali’s daughter was already off like a shot.
By the time Graham had got up from the sofa to get the door, Anippe’s paw was already on the door handle.
“You guys made it!” she yelled out excitedly as she threw open the door. A second later, she was tackled by the trio of young jinkos.
“Not to sound too immodest, but I think this works on a number of levels for me…” the Anubis began confidently. “I simply adore the Desert Kingdom motif, the fiber feels nothing short of divine against my skin and I must say….”
“It compliments my ass rather nicely.” she smiled, thrusting her backside and tail out for emphasis.
After witnessing a proud and boastful Anubis reduced to a meek, blushing, quivering mess by her husband’s assertive pampering, a Jinko personal trainer begins the mad dash home with some ideas of her own.
An Anubis and Jinko clash over their different parenting styles.