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Xander turned to his side, huffing. He groaned as he turned back again so that now he was on his stomach. He lay there like than for about fifteen seconds before he jumped up, kneeling on the bed.
His head snapped to the bedroom door, his eyes narrowed in anger.
What was the need for that little parasite to sleep in Stella's room, all the four women and the little kid stacked onto one bed when she had her own double-king sized bed in her room?
Xander had pretended to not be interested about his wife's whereabouts when the brothers were done with their drinks and games so he hadn't even bothered to check in on her.
But now that it was almost two in the morning, he was itching to go scoop her up and bring her back into their room. And his doome
