“Sorry, she’s a little much.”
I chuckle. “A little?”
“It’s totally okay if you don’t want to go.”
I take everything in, then sigh. “It’s fine. It should be fun.”
“I know what else would be fun while they’re gone and we have the place to ourselves …” he suggests playfully.
“You do realize that your little sisters can hear you, right?” Katie yells out.
I drop my head to his chest, dying for what feels like the millionth time today.
“You do realize that I’m going to hurt you, right?” David shouts over his shoulder.
He runs his hand down my hair. “I’ll call you later, okay?”
I nod, keeping my head on his chest, making him laugh. He places his finger under my chin, gently moving it up so I’m face-to-face with him.
“Get home safely.” He places a soft kiss on my lips, then walks away with his family in the opposite direction of the driver waiting for me.
David
“I love her!” Katie grabs my arm with an excitement level that is way too much for an airport baggage claim.
I try to downplay her enthusiasm. “You just met her.”
“Yeah, but you’ve talked about her for a while. I know she pushes your buttons, and that makes me like her even more.”
I see her bag come around the conveyor belt and grab it, setting it down in front of her. “Do you hear yourself sometimes?”
“Yes, I do, and what I’m saying is always one hundred percent accurate.”
“Does Aiden really understand what he’s getting himself into, marrying you?” I tease.
“You two …” My mom joins in on our conversation, shaking her head. “You spend all this time apart, yet nothing changes.”
“Nope. I’ll always annoy him, and he’ll always take it,” Katie says proudly.
“Why do you think I moved so far away?” I joke, and she smacks my arm.
I check my app and that see our Uber has arrived, so we head out to find our ride and all climb in.
“Okay, don’t get me wrong. I’m ecstatic to hear about you and Zoe, but now that she’s not around, you know I have to ask about this app girl … have you heard anything from her?” Katie asks.
I shake my head. “No clue.” I pull up my app and see the last texts I sent her, then show her. “See, nothing.”
“So weird. Why would she just ghost you like that?”
I tuck my phone back into my pocket. “Who knows?”
She nudges my arm. “I guess it’s a good thing though. Can you imagine if you had two girls wanting a piece of you?”
“How would they get a piece of you?” Cindy, who is only eleven, asks.
I raise my eyebrows at Katie, making her answer since she’s the one who said it.
“Well, you see—” she starts to say, but my mom jumps in.
