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I was surprised to see Reagan in there.
She was, however, sleeping.
“Did you wear her out?” I asked Be
He smiled. “I think she’s in a food coma. I came home to her, Payton and Harleigh finishing off all the pancakes and ci
I smiled.
“That was fun. I really like cooking, but it never seems to be worth it to do it for just me. There’s no way I could keep fitting in my pants if I did that,” I admitted laughingly.
He winked.
“Hop in, princess,” he said, sweeping his hand out in an exuberant fashion.
I did.
Softly, so as not to wake her, I slid inside Be
“You really need to get a bigger truck,” I mused.
Be
“What for?” He asked.
I pointed at Reagan who was practically sprawled all over him.
“She really shouldn’t be in the front seat until she’s bigger. Not to mention it’d save you from that,” I said softly.
He shifted his truck into reverse, carefully to avoiding Reagan’s legs, and said, “I have what I can afford. And for right now, it’s this.”
I remained silent about that, sensing a sore subject when I heard one.
Chapter 10
A gentleman doesn’t participate in locker room talk. All he needs to do is fuck her hard enough that she screams loud enough that everyone can hear it. Different route, same outcome.
-Note to self
Le
“I think I might’ve underdressed,” Be
I moved my eyes from the dashboard where I was changing the station on the radio to see my parents standing in the opened front door.
I tried to see it from his point of view.
He must be looking up at the large home, and the two impeccably dressed people standing on the front porch.
“They’re very down to earth,” I told him. “They came from nothing, and instilled that in their children. I know how to work for what I want, and I still have a humongous amount of student loan debt that I need to pay off.”
He blinked, turning to me with a crease on his brow.
“They didn’t pay for your tuition?” He asked in surprise.
I shook my head. “No. They felt it showed ‘responsibility.’ And that it would be better for me, in the long run, to understand how money worked, and how it didn’t grow on trees.”
“Hmmm,” he grunted.
As soon as he pulled up behind my dad’s BMW, he turned the truck off and started to rouse Reagan.
Knowing it’d take a few minutes, I hopped out of the truck, closed the door softly, and walked up to my parents.
My mother, always with a smile on her face, walked out from under my father’s arm, straight to me.
She hit me like a mini wrecking ball, gathering me into her arms and kissing me.
“How’d your shift go, Le
I leaned back and smiled at her. “Good. Long.”
She smiled and patted my cheek. “Welcome to the world of medicine.”
I snorted and turned when my dad made it to our sides, walking into his open arms and locking my hands behind his back.
“You didn’t tell me your man had a child,” he muttered into my hair.
I shrugged. “Does it matter?”
He shook his head. “No. But I would just think it’s something you’d mention when you saw me this afternoon and told me all about him.”
I snorted. “I’m sorry. You caught me at a bad time.”
And he had.
He’d caught me just as Joslin Downs had accidentally spilled her glass of tea all over my keyboard and charting I was doing.
“I was nice enough to get you some new scrubs. Wasn’t I?” He teased, letting me go to offer his hand to the man that was now standing at my back.
“Brock Jane,” my father said.
Be
“Be
My dad’s smile was genuine as he said, “Call me Brock.”
Be
My dad looked down at Reagan and offered his hand to her, too.
“Ms. Alvarez,” he said formally.
Reagan smiled. “Dr. Jane.”
My dad’s eyebrows rose. “Call me Brock.”
Reagan nodded solemnly. “Yes, sir.”
Ma
It’s also why I could get anything I wanted from my father, if I had a mind to ask for it.
“Are y’all going to eat anytime soon? I’m starving!” My sister whined from the door way.
I looked up to find Emily, my baby sister, standing there with a frown on her face.
Emily was a seventeen year old girl that I loved with all of my heart. But she was a pain in the ass, and thought she could get everything handed to her if she whined loud enough.
Something my parents never allowed me to do, but since Emily was the baby, she got to act like that without consequences.
“My sister, Emily,” I muttered to the two people at my side.
Be
“Doesn’t she look…charming,” Be
I laughed.
Emily was into the whole ‘emo’ thing.
She liked to wear dark clothes. Her hair was black. And I was fairly sure she made herself look pale on purpose.
I was, however, fond of the fishnet stockings.
I still couldn’t believe that my parents allowed her to dress that way.
But they did.
“Daddy, you told me I wasn’t allowed to paint my fingernails black because they didn’t make that color. You lied,” Reagan said accusingly, looking up at Be
Be
I held in the laugh that threatened to burst free from my lips, and took Reagan’s hand. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
She followed dutifully, not a hint of sleep clung to her, surprising me.
“This is a big house,” Reagan said as we passed over the threshold.
“It’s a monstrosity,” Emily muttered. “I hate it.”
I rolled my eyes.
Emily hated everything.
“It’s not a monstrosity,” my mother chastised Emily gently. “It’s got character, and I love it.”
“I don’t know why you had to get something so big. I won’t be here much longer, and then you’ll have an empty nest with no little birdies to fill it,” Emily said snottily.
Apparently, Emily was in one of her snits.
The kind where she thought everyone was out to get her and make her life a living hell.
“I got this place because it was in a good neighborhood, and there was a pool and lots of rooms for little grandchildren to play,” my mother said pointedly, looking in my direction.
Which in turn was also in Be
Be
“Mom,” I said, shaking my head. “I just met the man. How about we wait a few weeks before we name our future kids?”
My dad laughed. “Honey, hate to break it to you, but your mom’s been pla
I scrunched up my nose. “Dad that was Davey Johnston. And he threw dirt in my eyes and called me a wiener.”
My mother grabbed Reagan’s hand just as she said, “I had a boy call me fugly.”
We all blinked.
“Who called you that?” Be
“A boy on the playground. I kicked him in the shin, and took his place on the merry-go-round, though, so it was all alright,” she said, following my mother into the kitchen.
We all followed to the one place in the house where we always seemed to gather.
My mom taught me all that she knew when it came to cooking.
All the recipes were hers, and I had her to thank for all of my kitchen utensils.