“Why didn’t you call me?” Dad demanded, pulling me in for a hug.
“Because my dad showed me how to change a tire,” I sassed, turning to Wyatt and pulling her in for a hug. “Hi, Wyatt. Welcome to the crazy.”
“Hi, honey,” Wyatt said as Dad pulled his phone out and fired off a text to someone. “For someone who had to haul a tire around, you look like you just stepped out of a magazine. I love your sweater.”
I wore skinny jeans with knee-high boots, and a V-neck sweater that Aero said was his favorite ‘on account o’ the fact it showed off the glorious tittage.’
I chuckled. “This old thing?”
Drake laughed and Wyatt grinned at him.
“What’d I miss?” I asked.
“Location joke, sis,” Drake provided, and salted the water for the pasta.
“Hi, Teddy,” I said, and Wyatt’s brother smiled at me, holding his hand out. I shook it and then looked over his shoulder at Orion’s picture. “That looks great, Ori. Did you draw a squiggle for him, Teddy?”
“Yeah,” he said proudly. “I helped.”
“Looks like you did a great job.”
We chatted for a little while Drake cooked, then a few minutes later, the doorbell rang. “Letti, keys, baby girl,” Dad said.
“Why?” I asked, even as I grabbed my bag and rummaged in it for my keys.
“Aero’s gonna replace your donut.”
I forced down my panic. “This could have waited, Dad,” I countered. “You didn’t need to call Aero. You didn’t need to call anyone.”
Dad held his hand out and I slapped the keys into it.
“Be right back,” Dad said, and left us while he went to talk to Aero.
“Just let him do his thing, Letti,” Orion said. “You know you’ll never be able to argue.”
“No, I know,” I said. “I just wish he hadn’t...”
“Hadn’t what?” Drake asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “Is there more wine?”
“Yeah, it’s on the counter,” Wyatt said. “I’ll pour you a glass.”
“I can get it,” I countered. “You relax.”
Dad walked back in and told Wyatt to follow him. They were gone for just a few minutes when we heard dad yell, “Orion, Drake, Letti, den! Raquel, watch Teddy please.”
We glanced at each other and shrugged, then headed into the den.
“What’s up?” Drake asked.
“Why’s Wyatt crying?” Orion demanded. “Wyatt, are you okay?”
“Wyatt’s pregnant,” Sundance said.
“Thorne!” she admonished.
I grinned. Not just because Wyatt was pregnant, but because she’d just put my dad in his place. No one used his given name, so to hear Wyatt verbally spank him gave me nothing but pleasure.
