“I know,” I agree, pulling out my phone to call him.
“Can he bring his friends?” Willow asks.
“I don’t know. I’ll ask him.” I shrug and put my phone to my ear.
“Babe,” Wes answers.
“I love that,” I tell him while looking at my lap.
“What’s that?”
“When you call me babe,” I clarify, and December mutters, “I love it too,” making me giggle.
“You drunk?”
“Just a little,” I mutter, holding my fingers in front of my face an inch apart.
“Just a little, huh?” he chuckles.
“Can you bring your friends with you to come get me?” I ask, twirling my hair around my finger.
“Why?”
“Um…’cause they’re hot.”
“Pardon?” he growls making me giggle.
“Are you going to spank me for that?” I giggle louder.
“Jesus,” he mutters that one word, making me squirm on my seat. “I’m on my way.”
“Yay.” I smile, hanging up.
“Wes is on his way,” I tell the table.
“Is he bringing his friends?” Willow asks.
“I don’t think so.”
“Bummer,” December mutters.
“One more shot,” June murmurs.
“Dad, Uncle Trevor, and Jax are outside,” April tells everyone, taking the shot glass December hands her.
“To a sisterhood that is more than just blood,” Willow says, holding up her shot glass, and we all clink our drinks together then shoot the shots back. I can’t wait until all of my girls are home; I miss this.
When we stumble out of the bar, I see Wes getting down from his SUV and a frown forms on my mouth.
“Where’s your bike?” I pout, and his eyes sweep over me and his jaw goes hard.
“Where’s the rest of your dress?” he asks.
“That’s what I asked,” my dad mumbles while opening the door to my mom’s SUV for my sisters.
“You’re supposed to say how beautiful I look,” I tell him, putting my hands on my hips.
“Oh, you look beautiful, baby, too beautiful to be in a bar without your man.”
