48. Chapter Forty-Eight | Savannah
Chapter forty-eight
It’s amazing how much can change in a year.
While I’ve never missed Cider Fest, this year feels different for multiple reasons.
Unlike last year, I wasn’t begging Shane to make it home in time or stewing about him dropping the ball, but rather Theo picked us up and was even fifteen minutes early to my house.
One month into dating, Theo showed up in the larger model of his SUV.
He tried to downplay it, and I get that the guy is a billionaire, but he also let it slip that it would be more comfortable for all of the girls than his previous SUV that couldn’t hold all of us together.
Theo and I walk down Main Street holding hands while the girls finish painting mini pumpkins with Pippa and Vivian.
“Pippa just sent me a text and said they should be done in a half hour. Apparently, Olivia suggested a theme and they are all now painting additional pumpkins to look like their favorite Disney princesses.” Theo grins down at me.
“I guess we better make space for the mini pumpkin display we will apparently have now.” Earlier this month, Theo and Gigi showed up on our doorstep as temporary roommates with everything going on, but instead of leaving when Liam popped back into town, they just kind of stayed.
And I love it—a lot. One of my favorite parts of the day is when Theo joins me for a cup of tea after the girls are in bed.
We get to talk about our day, or sometimes we both read, it doesn’t really matter—it just matters that we’re together.
I haven’t brought up the ongoing sleepover situation because I don’t want to rock the boat, especially when that boat is known to sneak into my bedroom and graciously gift me copious amounts of orgasms .
Liam’s tech contact did whatever she does and has assured us that there are no other cameras in my house.
All this drama has made the conversations about building something together even easier to imagine—a clean slate from everything.
But I don’t know if I’ll be able to fully relax until we can figure out who is sending these threatening messages.
More than once, I’ve woken from a bad nightmare about all of it, and I find myself sneaking into Theo’s bedroom to just sleep in his arms where I feel completely safe and protected.
I try to push those thoughts away though; right now, I want to be focused on enjoying Cider Fest with Theo, our girls, and our family and friends.
It’s been one of those days where everything seems too good to be true.
I should have known better.
“Well, isn’t this quaint,” a voice I know all too well says behind us and I turn to see Shane standing there, looking exceptionally annoyed. “Hello, Savannah.”