“Kane called you dick-whipped?”
“Uh-huh, all because I said he was pussy-whipped, which he is! He proposed to Deborah, and now, she’s always flashing me the ginormous ring that she needs a workout to lift, telling me, ‘You were saying no ring for me, Preston. What does this look like, then?’ Idiot is all I’m saying. Desiree even said she’d be so happy to be part of this family.Myfamily. Can you believe it?”
“Are you really never going to call her Dahlia?”
“Nope. And neither should you, by the way.”
“You’re so petty.”
“I know, don’t you love it?”
“I do.” I drop a kiss on the top of his head. “I love everything about you.”
“Mmm, even my dramatic side?”
“Especiallyyour dramatic side.”
“Good, because I’m in the mood to start fights with your fangirls?—”
There’s a knock on the door, and I pull the sheets over us, covering our bodies as I mumble, “Come in.”
“Marcus!” Miley busts through the door. “Are you awake?”
“Go away.” Preston’s voice is muffled against my neck. “This one is theworstfangirl.”
I laugh as she pushes her golden curls behind her ear. “You promised we’d eat together, Pressie.”
“Ugh, fine,” he grumbles. “Whose idea was it to bring this menace over for the weekend?”
“Yours,” I whisper. “Because you missed her, remember?”
“The consequences of my own actions. My worst nightmare.”
I chuckle because, truly, he’s the most adorable little gremlin.
He loves fiercely, and when he does, as with Miley and his dad, he gives them everything he has and everything he doesn’t. He’s been meeting with his dad regularly over the past year. Last weekend, he invited him to come watch my game and stay the night.
Let’s say there were a lot of raised brows from Lawrence as he watched Preston fawn over me.
Jude has the same reaction when he sees Preston’s clingy nature around me. Because when he loves, he’ll never let go.
And with me, it’s more precious.
He can only sleep when I’m beside him. That’s why I take him with me, even to away games.
Once, he wanted to stay behind, and he didn’t sleep.
After that, I promised to never spend a night apart from him.
“I’ll be waiting in the kitchen,” Miley says. “Hurry up!”
“Fine, Miles of Trouble.”
She turns to leave, then stops. “Hey, Pressie?”
“What now?”
“Since I’m older, can I marry Marcus?”
