Stopping the giggle proved much too hard despite Chris's pleading look for help. How could Jiao not laugh until tears pricked her eyes at the sight of her big and strong wolf? He was the picture of a male out of his element and steps away from full blown panic. He sported a half dressed baby on each hip, hair in a mussed tangle on his head, eyes wide through the layer of powder on his face, and as for the steaming layer of vomit on his foot? Funniest thing ever.
Laughter bubbled forth, a belly laugh like Jiao couldn't ever recall. She snorted and giggled so hard, her eyes watered and she hiccupped for breath.
"It's not that funny," Chris growled.
Risking a peek at him, while trying to stifle her mirth, she saw him wince as one baby drooled on his arm. It set her off again.