Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,113
relax.
“It’s okay. As much as I wanted kids when I was older with a steady job and a husband, I wouldn’t trade Hope for anything. She’s my world and the best thing to ever happen to me,’’ I tell her, but my eyes search for Mason’s and when we lock eyes I know he feels the same way.
That moment, the moment she poked holes into the condoms brought me here. I’ve got a fiancé, a little girl, a home, but most of all, I have a huge ass, wild, crazy family who I love very much.
“You’re not mad?’’
“Are you mad, Mason?’’ I ask after shaking my head.
“If it had been anyone else, yes, but it got me you and Hope, so no, I don’t care.”
“Hold up! What are you doing cleaning out my drawers?’’ Max pipes up outraged and we all laugh at his expression.
“Max, I’m sure the boys have all seen your collection of porn and High School Musical DVD’s under your bed,’’ she snaps rolling her eyes, and I watch and listen as all brothers give him shit, laughing at him which just makes me laugh along with them. I love this. Love the banter they share together, it’s what a family should be like. It’s what I want for Hope.
“This isn’t fair. It’s invading my privacy. Does Granddad know you’ve done this?’’ Max asks completely outraged, thankfully keeping his voice to a low hiss.
“It was his idea to clean your rooms and the rest of the house. The place was starting to stink the street out. Having all you boys in that one house under no supervision was a bad idea. I’m hoping we can convert the two houses as one.’’
“Are you serious right now?’’ Max asks.
“I’ll be back there soon Joan and will have them doing their chores,’’ Maverick pipes up.
“Well that would be great dear if it wasn’t for the fact I’m still doing your dirty laundry. And Max, I’m deadly serious. You either keep that house spotless or I’ll be looking in to having it converted someway, one that will still allow Mason and Denny to get out. If that doesn’t go through, your Granddad and I will be moving in with you and letting Harlow and Malik stay at our house.’’
“This is...this is just wrong,’’ Max throws out, getting up to the door and leaving.
“Well now that’s settled and everything is okay, I better get back to working,’’ Joan says before giving me a kiss on the forehead and checking in on Hope sleeping in her mosses basket. “Such a darling.’’
We all grin watching her walk to the door. When she opens it Malik is holding his hand up in the air, his knuckles ready to knock on the door. He passes Joan with a nod, and walks into the front room.
“I’m going to put Hope’s name on her wall,’’ he tells us.
“Is that safe? She’s still only a baby,’’ I ask Mason concerned.
“It’s fine. We double and triple checked that we could use it. Plus, it’s fast drying so the paint will dry before she goes up to bed,’’ Mason tells me making me relax.
“That’s good,’’ I nod, and groan when the door knocks again. This time it’s Harlow and she’s walking in with some shopping bags full of food and stuff that she left to get us earlier.
“Ahhh, thank you,’’ I gush, going to get up, but she puts her hands up to stop me.
“I got it, you stay there and I’ll put them away.’’
“Thank you so much,’’ I tell her, truly thankful that I get to call her my best friend. She truly has gone fabove and beyond with our friendship the past few weeks.
I hear the shopping bags hit the kitchen floor first before I hear the front door knock again.
“Bloody hell, it’s like Piccadilly Circus in here,’’ I groan, really needing some freaking sleep.
Maverick gets up from the floor and answers the door when Myles refuses to get up again after answering the three times. I can barely see the front door from where I’m sitting, but Maverick’s huge frame is covering the door way, blocking me from seeing who is on the other side. From the sound of the voice, it’s a girl. When he pulls back his expression is wary when he looks at me to Myles.
Wondering what has him on edge I sit up a little straighter in my seat, and gasp when Kayla’s tiny frame walks out from behind Maverick’s large frame.