The Cadwalladers & Terence
"You've got to stop doing this, Addie," Cad laughed against his wife's lips. "Your father still hates me, you know. You're not helping."
"Does not," Adelaide insisted, smiling at the only person allowed to call her by a nickname. "And I can't help it; it's the hormones. And... I'm sure there is mistletoe somewhere."
"Your mother would die before she'd let anything as tacky as mistletoe in this house, Adelaide."