James got some chick from another school pregnant senior year, and the last I heard, he was working on one of the fishing boats.
My family toes the line of being completely supportive and totally stifling. I swear it’s a dance they’ve perfected. Whenever they cross the line and get too intrusive, they always pull back and respect boundaries…for like five minutes.
It’s hard to hold a grudge because I do love them to pieces, but here I am, having to apologize for my familyagain. They’re mortifying.
“I’m so embarrassed,” I say to Lyric Sinclair and Love McKinley. “I swear they’re not bad kids…”
Love snorts. “We subscribe to the survival-of-the-fittest philosophy in my house. They’ll be fine.”
Lyric frowns. “Riot’s nose is still bleeding.”
Love calls out, “You got beat to shit by two preteens. How does that feel?”
“They’re actually thirteen,” I mumble, blushing up a storm.
My family really is the gift that keeps giving.
Creed flips his mom off, and she laughs. Yeah, they definitely aren’t a normal family either.
“Don’t do that shit,” Dexter Clark growls, slapping Creed in the back of the head. “Fuck around, and I’ll get the smack-down twins back out here to beat your assagain.Except this time, I won’t let Killian pull them off you.”
“Sorry,” Creed grumbles at one of his dads.
“You will be,” Vince Riggs growls. He’s another of Love’s pack. He steps over and starts checking out Riot’s nose.
“She flips me off all the time,” Creed says, pointing at Love. “Mom? A little backup? Your husbands are getting violent again.”
Lyric continues frowning while Love cackles.
“I think that little bastard broke my nose,” Riot says, turning to his twin. “Does it look broken?”
“No, you’re fine. Let’s be clear. It wasn’t a fair fight,” Creed complains. “We couldn’t hit back. They’re underage.”
“Exactly,” Riot agrees. “They had us at a disadvantage.”
“I’d say they were giving you fair warning,” Bellamy says, walking up. Their older sister is beautiful and looks just like their mom. “You do something their sister doesn’t like, and she’s perfectly capable of kicking your asses.”
Bells holds up a fist, and I bump it.
“Do they know we had sex?” Riot asks.
My jaw falls, but honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. Neither Riot nor Creed has any boundaries.
“Is that why they singled us out?” Creed adds.
I glare at both of them.
Love snorts.
Lyric tosses her hand over Love’s mouth.
“Nothing. We heard nothing. The kids absolutely do not want to know what life was like before they existed,” Lyric says.
“I’m pretty sure you traumatized them worse than anything I was going to say.” Love laughs, shoulder checking Lyric.
“Jesus Christ,” Riot says, swiping his hand over his face. “For the love of God, do not start talking about orgies again. I literally can’t take it right now.”
“Being a parent to boys is an adventure,” Love says, smirking at her sons. “It takes a lot to embarrass them, so you’ve got to get creative.”
