So, I started coming over.
And more often than not, I found myself at their house, and staying.
Staying in a way that I had my hair care and face care products on the left side of his bathroom counter.
One morning, he had seen me putting them in my bag and growled.
He tore my bag out of my hand, moved to the counter, and set them all there one by one.
Once he was done, he lifted his brow.
I grinned.
He kissed me stupid.
To say the kids were worried about this new turn of events, finding me there at night or first thing in the morning would be a lie.
No, they loved it.
They relished it.
So much so that some days when their friends wanted to hang out, they would either choose to stay at home with us or ask us if we could do something as a family.
As. A. Family.
Oh, my sweet stars.
Because of that, we started something called family game night.
It occurred on Wednesdays.
We all voted on a game and played it.
Things tended to get a little heated because the McKinnon clan took rivalry to heart.
Trash talking bound.
And on those nights, we had pizza.
It was on such a night that I had just walked up the stairs to talk to Madalyn when I paused.
She was talking to someone.
Just before I started to turn around and go back down the stairs, something inside of me halted my movements.
“What’s going on?” I knew that was her friend, Crys.
“What do you mean?” Madalyn asked.
“You never want to hang out anymore,” Crys said.
“I’ve got a lot going on at home, Crys,” Madalyn said, sounding exasperated.
This must be something that has been happening a lot as of late.
“Yeah, so does half the country. Look, I didn’t call to fight with you. I called to tell you about a party over at Hanover Mill tonight. I want you to come. Please don’t make me go alone.”
The moment I heard it was at Hanover Mill; I moved that way.
