I grab the doorknob and try to push it open, but it doesn’t even budge.
“Oh my god, you’re really stuck.”
“I already said that.”
I stifle a laugh, but then another comes, and before I know it, I can’t stop. It’s giving me Déjà vu from when Brin had to pry the door open so Maia could use her bathroom a couple of weeks ago.
And it sure beats the crying I’ve been doing over the last few days.
“Are you fucking laughing?”
“No.” I lie.
“Tate, this isn’t funny. I was stuck in here for nearly an hour one day because Declan had to drive over here and help me out. I don’t want a repeat of that. It was embarrassing.”
“I mean, it’s his fault the door is broken in the first place.” Ember leans against the door. “The least he could do is help you out of there.”
“No.” Maia shakes his head. “We don’t need her brother. She has four capable women standing on this side of the door. We can definitely get it open.”
“How?” Avalon whispers, watching as I try to push it open again.
“Tate is going to turn the knob, and then on the count of three, we are going to run full force into the door and hope it swings open.”
“That sounds like a stupid idea.” Ember’s eyebrows furrow.
“It’s the only one we got.” I get into position, moving away from the door just enough so my momentum is also added to the equation. “Brin, move as far away from the door as you can.”
She doesn’t respond, but I hear the pattering of her feet against the tile.
“Ready?” I look at the girls, who are all set on running into this door. This could either work… or be an absolute disaster.
I guess we’re about to find out.
“In three,” I take a breath, “two,” I brace myself, “one.”
May
How is Stella doing?” I glance over at Fletcher, but his eyes are on the road, one of his hands resting perfectly around mine, the other on the steering wheel.
“Relieved to finally have that baby out of her.” Fletcher chuckles.
Stella and Chase had their baby boy a week after her due date and the day after Zeke’s mom’s funeral.
It was kind of poetic, in a way. Saying goodbye to one life and hello to another.
“She was ready for that baby to be out of her when we saw them a few weeks ago. I can’t imagine having day after day pass you by with no baby.”
“I can’t wait to meet him,” Fletcher gleams. “Like, I have a Godson, that’s crazy.”
“He’s going to love you.”
“He’s going to have me wrapped around his little finger. I haven’t even met him yet, and my heart is so full of love for him.”
“I don’t think that’s abnormal. He’s your nephew; of course, you love him.”
“That’s fair. I guess I’m being a little too overly excited for this, aren’t I?”
I shift my body in the passenger seat to look at Fletcher, even though I know he can’t offer me the same attention while he drives.
