“It’s nice to meet you too, thank you.” Oh my gosh, she’s adorable.
And he wasn’t lying about so manybabies.
Everyone is bouncing one on a knee.
Except the two surly looking teens on the couch, thank goodness.
“Come in, find a seat.” Hazel takes my elbow, leading me through the maze of toys on the floor. “I’ll show you where the food is, then I’d love to sit and chat.”
“Grandma,” Sawyer groans. “How about you sit, I’ll bring you both something?” He fidgets with the chain around his neck and slips me a smile.
“Oh, yes. That’s a lovely idea.” She glances around at the full room. “How about we go somewhere private?”
Shit, am I about to be interrogated?
“Val? There’s seats here.” Libby holds up her arm to point at two empty chairs around the table, while the other is holding her sleeping infant.
Saved.
It’s strange being on this side of the bar.
I’ve always been the one serving everyone here.
To be sitting with them is…different.
Wade leans back in his chair to catch my eye behind Libby. He runs his finger up his own throat, then glances at Sawyer.
Pursing my lips, I smirk as I nod.
Yep, Sawyer’s my good little boy.
Wade grins and leans forward chuckling.
He’s one to laugh as his bratty sub rubs her growing belly.
Would it be so wrong to be a part of this family?
The laughs, the teasing.
Hell, I’ve known most of them forever.
Ford is the next to give me a chin drop of approval.
Did I pass some sort of test?
Hazel pats my shoulder. “I’ll be back, I have to find the little girl’s room.”
On the other side of where she would be, an older, heavier, version of Mason is smiling at me.
He reminds me a bit of Santa with his rosy cheeks and squinting eyes.
“I’m Clyde.” Reaching out, he extends his palm. “Sawyer has told me so much about you.”
“Good things, I swear,” Sawyer adds, sliding a plate in front of me.
Then he sets down an overflowing dish and slides into the chair.
It’s loaded with more food than I could eat in a month.
