And your girls will be too.
“Did love find Harley today?” Portia asks before looking at her sister. “Because I was wishing for that so super hard.”
I lean back so I can see the shy smile curling Harley’s lips.
“Yes,” Nylah whispers, her voice watery. “Really big love found Harley today.”
“Good.” Portia leans forward, pulling her sister into a tight squeeze, and all I can do is look over the tops of their heads and smile at my wife.
“I love you,” she mouths, and shit, my throat’s going all thick and gummy.
I nod, blowing her a soft kiss and pouring every ounce of affection I can into my smile. I’m not always great at showing her just how much she means to me, but I’m desperate for her to see it now. And as her smile softens to something mushy and even sweeter than it was before, I have to believe she can.
CHAPTER 33
TYRELL
I have to believe we’re gonna make it.
We have one flight left to go before we’ll be touching down in Denver. Then it’s just a two-hour drive up to the place Sienna found for this weekend. We should arrive just after dinner.
Shit. We’ve missed over half of this family get-together, and it’s hard not to feel salty. And I’d probably be acting like a grumpy asshole if it weren’t for one decision that I made on the plane from Singapore.
I haven’t said anything yet, but the more time ticks by, the more it burns and the more I know this is happening, no matter what. I have to ask.
I would have the second we landed in the States, but Harley and Kendall went missing, and Dani was in a back-and-forth text chain with Satch as she worried and fretted. I managed to keep calm about it all. I knew those girls would be found and brought home safely, but it must have been pretty harrowing for their parents.
When we got the call that they’d been found and were back at the house defrosting, Dani’s eyes glassed with tears.
“Thank God,” she’d whispered, taking Tucker off me and holding him tight, like he’d been the one to go missing or something.
I figured asking her when she was on the verge of weeping onto her son’s shoulder was not the best moment.
And it’s probably not the best moment now either. We’re both exhausted. Tucker is so over traveling, I’m worried he’s going to have a full-blown meltdown on this flight, but thankfully it’s only an hour. We can survive anything for an hour, right?
Shuffling down the aisle, I stow the bags for what has to be the last time in a while. I swear, I’m over this. I just want to stay on solid ground for a change.
And Dani must sense this as I plunk into my seat with a sigh and buckle up. My legs are protesting already. I stretch one out into the aisle, nearly tripping up a poor guy.
“Sorry,” I murmur, lifting my hand in apology and tucking my foot under the seat in front of me.
“Last flight, baby,” Dani whispers, and I think she’s talking to Tucker until I glance right and notice she’s smiling at me.
I give her a rueful grin, and she laughs.
“This has been worse than usual, but we’re gonna make it. You called the car rental place, right?”
“Yep. The car is ready and waiting for us.”
“Excellent.” Dani checks her phone. “We should be walking in their door in about three and a half hours, then.”
“Depending on how quickly our luggage comes through… and traffic out of Denver.” It’ll probably be closer to four and a half hours, but I don’t want to say it.
I nestle my head back, then grin when Tucker looks up at me.
His eyes are so wide and curious, they almost look too big for his face.
He responds to my smile with a gummy grin, letting out that adorable giggle of his and shaking his head before leaning into Dani’s chest and rubbing his nose all over her shirt.
