This certainly wasnât how Jett pictured spending his day, knee-deep in muddy sludge, tearing up half the garden all in an attempt to appease Johanna. Sheâd absolutely insisted that there was a monster under the grass that crawled out on a night and knocked on her window. Just a typical childish nightmare, but one that was slowly progressing into sleepless nights and daily tantrums. Jett for one couldnât take it anymore so his solution? Play along. He told Johanna he saw the monster and he knew how to get rid of him. Apparently pouring glitter on the grass wasnât enough, Johanna made additions to the story heâd told her and of course, it involved digging up the garden. With nothing better to do and more than enough cash to get it redone, Jett gave in. He dug down and down until Johanna was satisfied it was close enough to where the monster slept and out she came, armed with a box full of things. âI know. I know. You donât need to say it, I had a bad idea and she made it worse and for two people with the same brains we really do make a couple fuckinâ idiots.â Jett grumbled towards Victoria, flashing her an apologetic âsorry Iâve fucked the garden upâ smile before Johanna came closer. âOkay, whatâs in the box?â Almost shoulder deep in this damn hole, he rested his elbows on the grass. âMagical fairy dust, feathers, um, lipstickâŠâ Jett lifted a brow as she rooted through. âI thought we were trying to get rid of him not turn him into a drag monster?â He made the protest, but was silenced by his ten-year-old who held up a single digit as she continued looking through the box. âHoly water. Salt. The bible and a cross. But you only really need the salt and this,â she handed him a page. âSprinkle the holy water as you read this and it will give his spirit peace.â She looked between her parents expectantly. âWhat? I googled it.â Johanna added. She hadnât got it quite right but if she believed she had, Jett would go along with it. That aside, he was impressed with her research. âYouâre so my kid.â He chuckled, jumping out of the hole and looking towards Vic. âWhat do you think, mom? Should we axe this garden monster and have a good night sleep tonight?â
She had been inside with Joshua, the two of them preparing lunch while Jett and Johanna played outside. However, what she hadnât expected to see when the two of them took everything outside into the garden was her husband neck deep into a hole that definitely hadnât been there earlier. âUh oh,â Joshua muttered from beside her, quietly observing the scene before munching on his sandwich, comically looking between his parents to see what would happen next. With an affectionate roll of her eyes, Vic moved well out of the way, taking a seat with Joshua at the picnic bench a little further away in the garden from the hole and started laying out the lunch she had made. Her brow arched as she listened to their daughter list off the items they allegedly needed. âI think that sounds like itâll definitely work.â It wouldnât but she was happy to play along if it helped ease their daughterâs mind. No matter how extreme the method was. She reached for one of the sandwiches she had made, one without the crusts, and passed it to Joshua, who was still sitting quietly and just watching the scene like he was waiting for something to go wrong. âHeck yeah, I say we get rid of this thing once and for all,â Vic answered with enthusiasm. Really, she would just be glad for some sleep with being woken up by Johannaâs tantrums. âThis monsterâs not gonna know what hit it. Right, Johanna?â She paused. âAnd then you can both come and get some lunch after your successful monster hunting.â