All Grown Up - Jordan Silver Page 0,6

hoping to change in the fall. I can’t believe I’m looking forward to being married before I even graduate college. What the fuck has happened to my planned life of debauchery and mayhem? Her face flashed into my mind, and I smiled. Yeah, her, she’s what happened to derail me.

Alex

I’d debated whether or not I should go home first or just go straight to her house instead, but of course, she won that one as well. Now that I was here, I could hardly wait to see her, touch her. My heart was doing its wild dance in my chest again as soon as we pulled onto her driveway, and I damn near broke the door off getting out before the driver made it around to my side.

I left my overnight bag in the car and grabbed the one with her gifts, and headed for the door but didn’t ring the bell. I’d timed it so that I’d be here when she was just getting home from school; otherwise, she’d have wondered why I wasn’t answering her daily call.

I kept my eyes peeled for her nifty little sports car to pull up because I wanted to see the look of surprise on her face. Yes, because apparently, being in love turns grown men into twelve-year-old girls. At least that’s the warning that Jace, Shane, and even Track had given me. Todd just nods his head whenever the conversation comes up, but I’m pretty sure I won’t ever be as whipped as those guys.

In the last year or so, I’ve seen firsthand what they’ve become, and it’s just sad. Okay, secretly, I envy them, but they’ll never hear it from me. Every once in a while, I’d remind them of the plans we once had for our wild college days before wives and babies took over their lives, and all I get are a round of smirks from the lot of them.

I can honestly say that anyone not wanting their teenage daughters to have kids before graduating college should steer clear of this bunch; they make the shit look way too easy. Maybe it’s because there are so many of us to lend a helping hand, and it’s not just the women. On their ladies' nights, which consist of them pigging out on pizza and watching mind numbing drivel, it’s us guys who have kiddie duty.

Then there’s the battalion of baby nurses that Jace’s mom and dad had vetted back to their ancestors or some crap that pretty much takes care of the kids during school hours and disappears when we’re home, not to be seen until the next day. I feel for them, too, because Jace made them sign so much shit to be around his kids you’d think they were guarding Fort Knox.

I miss them. It has only been a few hours, but I realized that this was the first time we’d been apart for this long or this far apart since we were very young kids. I imagine our sons would take vacations together the way we did when we were young, when one of the parents, mostly Jace’s, would take all of us to whatever corner of the world they were jetting off to.

Missing them made my heart hurt for her. She must’ve felt this way when we first left. If I could, I would take her back with me, but she still had a few weeks left of high school, and then we’d be together this summer and beyond. I’m not worried about anyone or anything getting in our way because I know just how to deal with her dad. I’m not above blackmailing his ass if it comes to that if it means getting her the hell out of here.

It wasn’t time to think about him and his fuck ups though, so I put those thoughts on hold for now and just concentrated on my girl and how to make her happy for the next few days while I’m here. I have a whole lot of shit mapped out for us to do, but I’ll be packing months of missing her into a few paltry days, which is going to be rough.

I saw her car pull in and stop at the end of the driveway. She got out and walked around to the mailbox because her tiny ass couldn’t reach it from the car window. I started to smile until I saw a frown forming on her face as she looked through the mail. She