Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,49

sweat off his forehead.

“Oh I most certainly am,’’ I grin, stretching out on the sofa.

He grunts again before shaking his head in disgust at me. “You’re lucky I didn’t want to be a part time uncle, Denny, because otherwise I’d be making you carry those goddamn clothes up yourself,’’ he whines.

“I’m pregnant you dipshit. We aren’t supposed to lift anything heavy,’’ I tell him laughing. “What crawled up your ass?’’

He grunts again which he seems to be doing a lot around me today. I know his behaviour isn’t malicious towards me, that he’s treating me like he’d treat Harlow or one of his brothers.

“If you didn’t have so many fucking clothes I wouldn’t be in this mood. Do you seriously need that many? There is seven days in a week Denny, you only need seven outfits, but with that many clothes I’m sure you could wear a new outfit every day for the next three years,’’ he growls sounding pissed.

I just burst out laughing not able to hold it in. My laugh gets louder and harder when I hear Malik calling Max to come help with the boxes of shoes. Max’s face is priceless and just so I never forget his face like that again I snap a picture on my phone. I had just been playing Candy Crush when the commercials started when he walked in, so the phone was already in my hand.

“I’ll make you pay for this one day, Denny. I really will,’’ he grunts before stomping his way out of the room.

I’m doubled over laughing when Mason and Harlow walk in looking exhausted and half confused and concerned for me.

“What’s got you so happy?’’ Mason questions.

“Yeah, I’d be careful of that bladder of yours,’’ Harlow giggles which calms my giggling down somewhat.

“Max. He came in moaning and when Malik shouted to help out with the boxes of shoes, his face was hilarious, look,’’ I tell them, showing them the photo on my phone.

“Oh my God, send me that,’’ Harlow laughs. “Max’s and Myles’s birthdays are coming up soon so we can use this to our advantage. It’s so going in the paper.’’

Mason and I chuckle and I’m glad I’ve managed to put a smile on Harlow’s face. She has been down since the lawyer came over this afternoon.

“I’m hungry,’’ I murmur once we calm down.

“Me too,’’ Harlow replies sitting down near my legs. I manage to lift them in time before she sat down, and I plop them back down on her lap once she’s seated.

“Me three,’’ Mason grunts sitting down near the fireplace.

“Me four, for whatever it is,’’ Max snaps when he storms back in the room, his face red and sweaty.

“It’s to clean up the garden so that Denny doesn’t trip. We needed another helping hand,’’ Harlow teases.

“Fuck! I just remembered I can’t. It messes with my allergies. Sorry peeps.’’ Max sits back down in the armchair, not looking sorry at all and I want to laugh.

“Well, thanks for your support, asshole,’’ Mason grunts at him, shaking his head.

“You didn’t carry all those clothes, Mase, they were fucking heavy as shit and did you see how many runs I did to get them all up the stairs? How the hell are you supposed to get them in that wardrobe? I know it’s big, but bro... bloody hell man, those clothes need their own house.’’

“That’s an over-exaggeration and you know it,’’ I snap outraged.

“Babe... I’m the one that packed them into the van,’’ Mason laughs. “There’s tons.’’

“Sorry for dressing nicely. You’ll probably have to get rid of most of them anyways. I probably won’t fit in them after the baby is born.’’

“Don’t call me,’’ Max warns looking sternly at Mason.

“What we having for dinner then? I’ll buy it this time,’’ I tell them.

“I’m fucking starving,’’ Max groans.

“When aren’t you?’’ Harlow teases.

“When I watch those programs, ‘How clean is your house?’ they put me off food. Oh and at school. Whenever I think of the cafeteria, I lose my appetite.’’

I playfully roll my eyes and open my mouth to ask where the rest are when Maverick and Myles walk in with bags of Chinese takeout.

“We brought gifts,’’ Maverick grins. “Malik’s just gone to get some plates.’’

“We were just about to order something too,’’ Mason grins.

“We knew Denny and Max wouldn’t last another twenty minutes so we called them half an hour ago and went to pick it up on our way back. You finished with the boxes?’’

“Yeah. Everything is mostly unpacked apart from Denny’s clothes and