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“So, in hindsight, maybe I should have warned you.”
“You think?” I hiss. “That was maybe the most awkward I’ve ever been in my life. I don’t make a good first impression, Lincoln. People need time to warm up to me.”
He laughs, pinning me to a wall as he brushes his nose over mine. “I thought you made a fantastic first impression with me.”
“Yes, well, you’re insane,” I whisper with a giggle and he grins as he leans in and kisses me.
“Dude, I thought we were here to play games, not watch you make out with your girlfriend,” someone grumbles and we both turn to find Storm and Chance standing in the entrance to the hallway.
“I’ve had front row seats to your disgusting love fest for the past year so you don’t get to complain,” Lincoln tells them and Storm rolls his eyes.
“The games are in there,” I say, pointing to the dreaded closet. Thankfully, Theo and I managed to get it cleaned up when he was here or we’d never get to them.
Lincoln plants a kiss on my cheek before turning to the closet. “Go wait with the girls; we’ll get the games.”
Nodding, I slip into the kitchen and stop in the doorway to the dining room. “Y’all want some coffee or sweet tea or something?”
Ali smiles up at me. “Some sweet tea would be amazing.”
“No, it fucking wouldn’t,” Storm snaps, walking out of the hallway with a couple games in his hand. I scowl as Ali sighs. “You can’t have the caffeine.”
“Logan, if I have to tell you one more time that some caffeine is okay, I’m going to lose it.”
Carly grins, folding her arms over her chest as she watches them banter.
“Why wouldn’t she be able to have caffeine?” Chance asks, following behind Storm.
“Kitten,” Storm growls, ignoring everyone else. “Don’t push me on this.”
“No, Logan. You don’t push me on this or I will murder you before this baby is born.”
My mouth falls open as the rest of the room falls silent, every pair of eyes on Ali and Storm. Lincoln drops the games on the table and starts laughing so hard that he has to grab onto the chair to stay upright.
“Oh, shit, you’re so screwed,” he teases Storm through his laughter and Chance joins him.
“Imagine if it’s a girl,” he adds, nudging Lincoln and they both start laughing harder as Storm rolls his eyes and Ali beams.
“It’s going to be a boy,” he grumbles and the boys laugh harder, tears building in their eyes.
“It’s so going to be a girl and she’s going to be just as pretty as her Mama,” Carly says, getting in on the fun and Storm plops down in a chair, losing all the color in his face.
“Fuck. I’m going to have to buy some guns.”
Lincoln wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “You can have some of Tate’s.”
“Don’t go giving away my guns!” I yell, shoving him and he just keeps laughing.
“Wait, wait,” Storm hollers, holding his hands up. “How many guns do you have?”
“In this room?” I ask and five pairs of eyes widen on me. “Three.”
“Jesus,” Chance breathes out and Lincoln beams down at me.
“She could also kick your ass without breaking a sweat so be nice to her.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab the deck of cards off the table and hold them up. “Y’all want to keep cataloging all my weapons or should we play some cards?”
The girls wander into the kitchen to get snacks and drinks and as I grab the other deck of cards and start shuffling them together, Storm slaps Lincoln on the back and whispers, “She’s a keeper, brother.”
His eyes meet mine and he smiles. “I know.”
