but I know Ryan is going to love it. Over the past two weeks, since we finished painting the girls’ bedrooms, Ryan has become my shadow. Walking like me, talking like me, she even attempts to eat like me, and I fucking love it. So, when I saw this bike, I knew I had to get it for her.
After what feels like forever, I finally get everything done, and I start heading home. I drive down the main street, pulling to a stop at a red light. My phone chirps with the sound of a message coming through, so I grab it quickly, assuming it’s Mom finally getting back to me.
Fuck. It’s Jessa.
Not having time to deal with that just now, I throw my phone back onto the passenger seat, and a second later, another message comes through. Damn it. I groan and pick it up once again.
Jessa - Hey! Can we talk?
Jessa - Been missing you xx
Frowning, I read her messages again. Missing me? What the fuck? I’m not sure if it’s because of what Jet just said in the truck, but that doesn’t sound like Jessa.
Jessa isn’t a needy chick, and she certainly hasn’t made me think she is. So I can’t understand these messages or figure out what she’s trying to accomplish here. Though, now that I think about it, she is usually the one to initiate our little ‘catch-ups.’
The older I get, the less I could give a fuck about going out and meeting someone just to take home. Jessa has just been easy. I have never led her to believe there’s a possibility of anything more than what we have. I have never had feelings for her, and I think she feels the same. At least, I fucking hope she does.
It doesn’t matter now anyway because that shit is over. I’ve moved on to Amelia, and I can guarantee that she means so much more to me than some lazy Friday night screw.
I get myself home and check over Ryan’s motorbike and make sure it’s all gassed up and ready to go. Amelia should be here in the next hour or so, and I don’t want to still be fucking around.
With everything done, I lay down on the couch, and before I know it, I’m waking up to laughter and the sound of the doors slamming out the front of my house. I quickly glance at the clock. Fuck! I must have fallen asleep. It's later than I thought.
Little feet start pounding up the pathway sounding like the hounds of hell are chasing her. “Buuuull,” I hear, quickly followed by ‘bang, bang, bang, bang.’
Getting to my feet, I make my way over to the door but obviously not fast enough. ‘Bang, bang, bang.’ “BULL! Open up im’ma here,” Ryan yells out just as I swing the front door open.
I look down at this little girl who is huffing and puffing with her hands on her hips. Not a second later, she throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my legs. She looks up at me with eyes full of excitement—eyes exactly like her mothers.
“Took ya time,” Ryan huffs as I lean down and pick her up. Her arms automatically wrap around my neck, and I find myself grinning at her, absolutely loving the way she’s welcomed me into her life.
“I’m sorry.” I press a kiss on the tip of her nose as the biggest, dopiest, smile breaks across her little face. She’s so fucking beautiful. She and her sister have quickly become two of the most adored kids in my universe. I fucking love it, and I don’t care if that has Jet wanting to call me a pussy.
I look up just as Amelia pulls Coby from the back of her car and props her up on her hip. She gives me a wide smile, and something tightens in my stomach. Maybe Jet is right. I am turning into a fucking pussy.
Zoey walks around and joins Amelia, and they start walking up my driveway. I laugh to myself. This is going to be great. Zoey has no idea that all the boys are going to be there, and something tells me that she’s going to have a few things to say when she sees Jet grinning back at her.
I step out with Ryan in my arms, knowing Amelia would have a few bags in the back of her car for the girls, and it’s more than likely that Zoey would have packed her whole