I looked at him, shaking my head because I had no fucking clue. Then I responded with a question of my own.
“What the fuck is a Squirt?”
Footsteps raced toward us, the sound coming from the stairs.
“Darlin’, you can’t do anything about the stuffed animal tonight. Let’s go to bed, and we’ll overnight it to her in the morning.”
“Maybe Hayden and Declan can figure out how to get it to her.”
Katie raced into the family room in a tiny ass tank top and a pair of matching short shorts, Jackson hot on her heels. She skidded to a stop in front of us, a stuffed turtle in her hands. She thrust it at us, and I took it.
“That’s Squirt. She takes him everywhere, and I forgot him.”
Katie twisted her hands together, worry painting her face.
“I have no clue if he can or if you even should overnight him, but she’s gonna be out of sorts until she has him. Oh, Gavin will make sure she has the ice cream. Marcie special orders it. I don’t know how or where. I didn’t even know it was possible to order ice cream, but I shouldn’t be surprised, because if it can be done Marcie can do it. I’d love to get her a care package, but…”
Hayden stood up and kissed Katie’s cheek. Jackson growled in his throat like some feral animal. He had nothing to worry about, but I got it. Katie stood there, dressed in next to nothing. Hayden had dug a hole for himself that first day, and all that fed into Jackson’s issues left over from Mara. Which just added to my hatred for the stupid cunt.
If I ever got my hands on that woman…
“Hayden and I will handle the turtle and the care package. I’m thinking cozy pajamas, the turtle, the weird ice cream…”
“And the movie.”
“Got it.”
“Alright. You’ve enlisted their help to take care of Marcie. Now, it’s time for you to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”
Katie smiled and waved as she walked back to Jackson, who had a smile plastered on his face. I understood the happiness, but when Katie walked past him, he scowled at us, and I cracked up.
“Get over it, Jackie boy.”
“Screw you, Deckie.”
They disappeared from sight, and a moment later, Katie squealed, their footsteps rushing up the stairs toward their room.
“So, how are we going to handle this?”
“I have an idea. You okay with being cheesy?”
“I married you, didn’t I?”
I smacked him with the turtle, and he grabbed it, wrestling me and it down onto the big deep couch. He squeezed me between him and the back cushions, placing the turtle on his chest.
“Take your damn selfie.”
I smirked, kissed him quickly, and snapped a shot before pulling away.
“That one’s just for me. Now, look at the camera with that smutty, sexy look you’ve got down pat.”
He scowled at me.
“Give me the damn phone.”
He snatched it from me and pressed his lips to my forehead. My eyes drifted closed, and my hand landed on his chest, the turtle under my palm.
He pulled away. The sound of his thumbs tapping on the screen of my phone grabbed my attention. When I looked up, he’d created a group chat for the three of us and sent her the photo.
