Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)
Rolling my eyes, I clear my throat to cut off what I’m sure will be hysterical. I need to get back to my wife.
Man, just thinking that knocked the air out of me.
Wow, I hope I’ll never be able to say that and not get breathless.
“Okay, I’m gonna drop out, but you
two continue. My wife is waiting for me.”
We all say good-bye before I hang up and I smile as I chuckle. That was easier than I thought.
Because it’s right.
We’re right.
Standing up, I head into the kitchen and go straight for Avery. When she sees me, she beams as I gather her in my arms.
“I just puked.” She grins and my mom and sister laugh.
“Yum,” I say, kissing her cheek.
“I was so sick with Jace, Lord,” Mom says, a pained look on her face.
“And he’s been a pain in the ass ever since.” Lucy smiles and I stick my tongue out at her before kissing Avery’s temple.
“Ready?” I love being here, but I want to be alone with Avery. I want it to be just us. We say good-bye and I’m surprised I get away since my mom won’t stop kissing me. Once I finally do and we are in the car, I look over at her and smile. “See, easy peasy.”
“She almost had a heart attack,” she says and I laugh.
“She’s good.”
She shakes her head. “This is all so crazy.”
I eye her. “But good, right?”
She nods. “God, yes. I’m so happy.”
“Good,” I say, kissing the back of her hand. “Are you gonna tell your parents?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to?”
She shakes her head quickly. “Hell no,” she laughs and I lean over, kissing her nose. I don’t move when her gaze meets mine. She’s still freaking out. Looking deep into my eyes, she lets out a breath and then shakes her head. “I don’t want to tell them and have them not be happy for me. Because they’ll freak, if they even care. But they won’t do what your mom and sister just did. No one will, and I just feel so good right now. I don’t want to ruin that.”
I nod. “I understand that.”
She smiles. “But I love you and I’m so happy.”
“That’s all I care about,” I whisper against her lips and she smiles. “So don’t tell them. If they care, they’ll contact you.”
“How will they know?” she asks, confused, and I grin, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
“Um, we aren’t married for real until it’s Facebook official, duh,” I say and she rolls her eyes.
“You’re sorta a Facebook whore,” she accuses and I shrug.
“Maybe. Shh, smile.”