The sound of them gathering in the kitchen calls to me, but I'm a nervous wreck.Has Mason told them about what happened last night? Would the other two be angry at me?The idea of them not grabbing me for a hug and a kiss made me sad.
I was done writing for the day and had to go downstairs to join them eventually, or one of them would come up looking for me. Sitting in front of my laptop and staring at my cursor wasn't healthy, so I decided to put on my bikini and soak in the hot tub.
After quickly changing and throwing Mason's hoodie back on, I head downstairs, hoping to sneak past them, but the scene in the kitchen has me hovering in the doorway. Mason has Silas in a headlock while Zayne just stands there eating an apple. Silas and Mason are yelling at each other as they wrestle. I start to panic, but then realize they're laughing and having fun.
It was adorable seeing them still act like kids; my heart warmed at how close they've gotten. They were so in sync, and I've watched them communicate silently more often than not. It also made me sad that I wasn't part of it anymore. They were like brothers; I was so scared of messing things up for them. Again.
Zayne spots me first and reaches out for me. When I don't come right away. He quirks a brow and gives me a stern expression that has me hurrying into his arms. He pulls me onto his lap and kisses the side of my head. "I missed you today, baby girl. Why aren't you wearing any pants?"
"I wanted to go relax in the hot tub for a bit."
Mason stops wrestling and looks up, his eyes hooded as he takes me in. "Hey, Ness! We were wondering when you would grace us with your presence."
Silas pushes Mason away from him and comes over to peck my lips. "We were debating which one of us should come and get you."
"Debating?" I ask, laughing.
Mason nods seriously. "Yep. Debating."
I cup my chin as if I'm thinking about it. "I didn't realize debating was a contact sport."
Silas flexes his muscles and grins when he sees me licking my lips. "When you have guns like these, everything is a contact sport."
I throw my head back and laugh loudly. "You are such an idiot. The two of you must be unstoppable on the ice."
"We are!" Silas says, sounding so excited. "Our bond is so strong, I always know exactly where Mason will be."
Zayne rolls his eyes. "You're such an idiot. Of course, you know where Mason is, dumbass. He's the goalie. He never leaves the net."
"Hey! Sometimes he sneaks out!"
"It also takes brains to play hockey, you know. Looking good out there is just an added bonus."
Zayne takes another bite of his apple, shaking his head. "If they had any brain cells, they'd realize I'm the one holding you right now."
Giggling, I lean back into him. "What did the three of you get up to today?"
"We went ice fishing, but lost more than we caught. Silas had a screaming match with their agent and scared all the fish away."
Silas shrugs when I look over at him. "I needed to put my foot down eventually. Made it clear that as much as Mason and I loved playing for the Knights, it wasn't our first priority anymore."
"What is your first priority?"
He thinks about it for a moment before answering. "Family. Pack."
Mason slaps him on the back, and the smile on his face is pure happiness. "It's about time we focus on other things."
Even Zayne seems happy. "Does this mean I don't have to listen to the two of you talking about hockey all the time? Can I stop coming to all of your games now?"
Silas looks offended. "Never, you're our security. Besides, someone has to be there to keep Ness company."
"You want me to come to one of your games?" I ask, feeling giddy.
"If I had my way, you would be at all of them, gorgeous."
I sigh happily. "I'm so happy the three of you made up after everything that happened. You just make sense together."
"The four of us make sense together," Zayne growls, his lips brushing against my ear.
