“That’s…”
“Fucked up? Yeah. As for any kids that either of you may father, they automatically go onto the trust, and before you ask, yes, even yours. You’re a Holt whether you have the last name or not.”
My elbows hit my knees, and I sighed. My hand rubbed the back of my neck.
“You okay?”
My head swung from side to side, then bobbed up and down. He fucking laughed. I took another deep breath, then looked at him. “And Marcie?”
“I’m not sure, but if you want to know all the ins and outs, call Lucas. I’ll send you his contact info. If you’re not ready to deal with it, have Declan do it.”
I stared at him, and he pulled out his phone with a grunt. He tapped the screen for several minutes. When the phone buzzed, Foster barked with laughter before saying, “Lucas said it’s possible, but he won’t say how until you agree to talk to him.”
“That’s all I need to know.”
“I figured.”
We sat quietly for a bit before I realized I hadn’t asked what he wanted to see us for. “I kinda took over the conversation. What did you need to see Declan and me for?”
“Where is he?”
“With Marcie.”
“I didn’t need anything. I just wanted to check on all of you. You especially.”
My brow pinched, and he continued, “None of us blame you or want you blaming yourself. That was all I wanted.”
“Respectfully…”
“Anytime someone starts a sentence with respectfully it’s usually not.”
“I’m not winning this conversation, am I?”
“Nope. Now, go spend some time cuddled around your girl. And send your boy up here to talk to me.”
I ducked my chin and left the room. Fucking Holts and their ability to make me fucking blush.
I made my way to the bedroom that Declan, Marcie, and I shared. The sight that greeted me when I paused in the doorway warmed my heart. Declan and Marcie cuddled together in our bed called to me like nothing ever had. It also had my cock stiffening in my pants.
The horny bastard.
Declan’s eyes must’ve felt me watching them because they popped open, and he smiled. That beautiful wide dimpled grin that made me toss every rule I had out the damn window and then grabbed hold of my fucking heart and soul and never let go.
“Sweetness,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead, “Papi’s here.”
She rolled away from him enough to look over at me, reaching her hand out to me.
“Papi, come cuddle us,” Marcie said, then Declan added, “We need you.”
An offer no man could ignore.
EPILOGUE
MARCIE
Day after day after day, we all gathered on the couches and chairs in the open living area with the television playing in the background. I rarely paid attention to the screen, too engrossed in my fear to do much but worry.
Several days ago, the room would have been bursting with love and laughter, but not today. And not any day since the bomb threat. If we all thought the house had an odd melancholy feel before Katie and Jackson figured their things out, that had nothing on this.
