Chapter 27
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
“Love, are you ready?”
“Huh?” Laird turned to peer at him from behind his laptop.
They were supposed to be having everybody over. It was coming up on Thanksgiving, and he and Laird had decided to host a Friendsgiving ahead of the actual day because Devon’s folks were coming in for Thanksgiving, and they were going to eat at Laird’s parents’ house, with all of them together.
This way they could have Nick over, and a couple of guys who went to the Bad Badger, a few of the other EMTs, Naomi, Raven, and Ben. It was just going to be a wonderful thing.
If he could ever get Laird to stop doing his homework.
He did not sigh. “Okay, I’m going to speak slowly so that you hear me.
You are in your pajamas. The baby has been bathed and redressed twice today.
Everything is ready. All the cooking is done that needed to be finished today, and you have exactly seven minutes before our company arrives.
If you do not get your ass up out of your chair and shut that computer, someone’s going to die, and it’s not going to be me. ”
Devon offered him his best smile, knowing that he sounded as sweet as sugar as he said it, because he was practiced at this.
Thank God he was back at work. He loved that Laird was going back to school, but he needed to learn to manage his time just a little bit better, or they needed to learn to just say, “No, we can’t”.
“Shit. Sorry, baby.” Laird was up in a flash, closing his laptop and rushing to get dressed. “I just wanted to get all my assignments in, so I could take the time off.”
At least Laird had already bathed. And he knew Laird did a lot. When Devon was working, Laird watched Cameron, cooked, cleaned, and went to school.
But today he needed the man moving.
Devon stole a soft kiss. “I love you. Go put some clothes on. Everything else is ready, including your son, who looks adorable, so you should peek at him on your way by. He’s in the swing.”
Cameron had his baby lumberjack on with a little plaid flannel shirt, jeans, and teeny tiny little soft fuzzy booties. They were meant to look like cowboy boots, and they were so cute.
As Laird walked by, Cameron squealed, throwing his hands up for his daddy.
Laird smiled down at his son. “Oh, aren’t you amazing? I have to go and put some clothes on.”
He started to head off, and Cameron stared up at Laird with huge, wounded eyes, a soft whimper sounding.
Then he made the grabby hands, and Laird scooped him up.
“I’ll take him up with me and get dressed upstairs with him, and I’ll be right back.”
Devon chuckled. “All right, honey. I love you.”
“Love you more.”
He watched his two men go up the stairs, and Devon laughed when the doorbell rang. That was probably Raven and Ben, who were always a little early so they could help set up and get their gossip in before everyone else showed.
He went to answer the door, laughing when Ben and Raven hauled their food and little ones into the house, the scents and noise making him blissful.
God, he’d never thought he would have this for himself. He loved his life so much, and he had everything on earth to be thankful for.
Devon promised himself never to take a day of it for granted.
The End