Isabel’s face scrunched up. “Yuck.”
“I love you, you mental bitch,” he whispered in Jaxx’s ear.
“And I love you, you dick,” she whispered back.
“Shall we sing ‘Happy Birthday’ then,” called out Lily as she brought out the huge cake lit with candles.
“No, no singing!” insisted Jaxxon. But they sang. Bloody sods.