Chapter 43 Emma #2
“Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” I protest.
“Yes, you were,” she tells me.
“Well, since we’re all sharing secrets. I had a wet dream last night about Gabe and Noah. But if you guys ever speak a word about it to them, I’ll kill you. I’m not afraid to go to jail.” Ronnie points at us with a stern expression.
“Well, shit! Here I thought making it to the cup was the highlight of my week. Turns out my little Vixen does want me after all.”
We all turn our heads quickly, looking behind the couch to find all the men standing there looking amused.
Oh God! How long have they been there? Gabe smiles way too cheerfully at Ronnie while Noah winks with a smirk.
Yeah, she’s fucked now. They will never let that go. Wait until she shows up at their house…
She turns back in her spot, banging her head against the back cushion with a groan. “Ugh! I never should have opened my mouth. Stupid wine.”
When I look at the rest of them, Clay holds a frown, Silas looks uncomfortable, and I have no idea what to make of Greyson’s expression.
He looks equal parts mad, horny, and amused.
It’s really confusing. But when I put all three of their faces together, I know they’ve been there for a while and most likely heard every word I said. Kill. Me. Now.
“Hey… We didn’t hear you guys get in. How was the flight? Amazing game last night, guys. Congrats!” I say, trying to divert the situation.
“Bunny,” Greyson growls in that dominating warning tone he uses when I’m not listening or annoying him. This time it’s telling me that I’m already in trouble and to stop talking.
“Yup, got it. Shutting up now.” I lower slightly into my seat but keep my eyes on them.
“Where are the kids?” Silas asks, looking around.
“Oh, they’re with Sam down the hall,” Cecilia says with a beaming smile, knowing how much Sam irritates Silas. He still hasn’t figured out he’s gay.
Silas growls and narrows his eyes at his wife. “We’re going to talk about this when we get home, Minnie.”
“Okay, can we back up a sec and concentrate on what’s really important here?” Clay speaks up. “What the hell is going on? Why are you all in wedding dresses, day drinking?”
The girls and I all look at each other, not wanting to bring up the topic we know will dim the mood. “We were having a bad day, so we ended up going shopping,” I say with a shrug like it’s no big deal.
Morgan sighs from her end of the couch. “No, I was having a bad day. The girls were just trying to cheer me up.”
Clay visibly softens at his wife’s comment. “The doctor?” he asks softly, probably knowing she was waiting for the call.
She shakes her head, answering his unspoken question about the results as tears rise in her eyes and she looks down.
Clay looks both devastated and like he’s ready to kill someone. He passes his hands through his hair as he shouts, “Fuck! God damn it!”
He then places his hands on his hips and closes his eyes, nostrils flaring as he tries to calm himself down. Suddenly his head whips up, eyes vibrant with fire and determination. He marches over to us, rounds the couch, and bends at the waist, picking Morgan up into his arms, bridal style.
She giggles softly. “Clay, what are you doing?”
“I’m taking you up to our room, then we’re going to have a repeat of our honeymoon, and we’re not leaving until you’re pregnant.
Got it?” he tells her before turning around and heading for the stairs.
I’m pretty sure that’s not possible since it takes a few weeks to know you’re pregnant, but we all get the meaning behind his words.
I hear her giggle again. “Okay.”
“Celebrations are canceled for tonight. We’ll do it tomorrow. You know where the door is, let yourselves out,” Clay shouts as he climbs the steps with his wife in his arms.
GREYSON
I watch Emma stand from the couch as she stumbles over her own feet but regains her footing quickly.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, a tiny blush rolling over her cheekbones.
Emma doesn’t blush often like my sister, but when she does, it’s beautiful to witness.
She clears her throat and straightens, beginning to clean up their mess with the other girls.
I finally get a glimpse of the dress she’s wearing as she comes around the couch, and I almost choke on my own breath. What the hell is that monstrosity?
She catches my mortified expression and raises a hand. “This won’t be my dress! I promise.” Thank God! I don’t think I could fake loving it if she walked down the aisle with that on.
“Hold up, you guys are getting married? Congrats, man! Why didn’t you say anything?” Gabe asks, surprised.
“Because I haven’t proposed yet,” I say with a smirk directed at Emma.
Aubrey reaches her side and whispers to her, “Told you.” It’s just loud enough for me to hear. I wonder what else they talked about while we were gone.
It’s then that I catch a good look at what Aubrey is wearing, and I’m in complete shock. “What the hell are you wearing?!”
My sister flushes a bright red and looks down at the dress. She looks practically naked in it. “I didn’t choose it. I mean, I did. But I didn’t actually look at it. Emma told us to just grab the first thing we found,” she rushes out, placing her arms around her body like it might cover her up.
I glare at Emma, who frowns at me. “Calm down, Greyson. It’s just a dress, and it looks amazing on her.”
“I don’t care how amazing it looks. There’s no way I’m letting my baby sister wear that in front of any man,” I snap back, then turn to Aubrey. “Go get changed,” I order.
“I’m twenty-three, Grey. I’m not a baby anymore,” Aubrey says annoyed as she stomps off to get changed.
“Greyson, you can’t keep treating her like that. She’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions. She’ll never bloom into her best potential if you always keep her on such a tight leash,” Em scolds me.
“Bunny. I’m not done with you, either,” I say sharply, but then sigh. She’s right, though. I’m just trying to protect my sister. “Can you please just go get Gracie so we can leave?”
She nods and walks away.
“So, Kitten, where are we making these fantasies of yours come to life? Your place or ours?” Noah asks Ronnie as he grabs her delicately by the waist and presses her against his chest.
“Ugh! I never should have said anything!” she whines but doesn’t push him away. I suspect she might actually have a thing for them.
“Oh come on, Veronica. It’s okay to admit you want us.” He smirks with a wink.
“Shut up, Casanova.” She giggles and finally pushes him away, going in her own direction to get changed.
“So I guess that makes us even,” Silas says with a sly grin once all the girls have vacated the room.
“How so?” I turn to him.
“Well, you have history with my wife, and your girlfriend thinks of me when she touches herself,” he says smugly. Asshole.
“Fuck off.” I laugh, shaking my head. I guess he’s got a point. Now I understand why he was so pissed. The thought of Emma thinking of another man makes me want to commit murder.
Emma finally comes back dressed in her normal clothes with Gracie on her hip.
Sam strolls behind her with two garment bags, as well as Gracie’s diaper bag, while talking and smiling with Cecilia as she holds Dante’s hand.
I hear Silas growl from my side and instantly chuckle.
He still has no clue that Sam is most likely more attracted to him than his wife, and I find that hilarious.
“Sam’s car is at our place, so he needs to come back with us,” Em informs me with a tender smile. She’s trying to butter me up.
“That’s fine, he can take my truck back,” I answer before saying hello to Sam.
“I’m going to take Dante’s car seat out and put it in your car, Cecilia,” Sam tells her as he walks to the door, but Silas hurries over before he has the chance to reach it.
“Nope. I can get my son’s car seat and put it in my wife’s car on my own.
” He straightens his shoulders, puffing out his chest, clearly trying to intimidate Sam.
Which is doing quite the opposite since I catch him checking out Silas instead.
Silas turns and walks out of the house as Aubrey and Ronnie return and hand their garment bags over to Sam as well.
I guess we’re taking home the wedding dresses.
Sam chuckles once the door closes behind Silas. “I’m sorry, Cecilia, but your husband is clueless.”
“Oh, he really is.” She giggles as we all head out the door. “Shoot. I forgot Milo was still at your place with Daisy.”
“I’m heading over there. I can just pick him up and drop him off at your place on my way out,” Sam offers.
“Oh, would you?”
“Sure, it’s no problem. I’ll see you in a bit.” He winks at Cecilia as I pass him my keys, and he jumps into my truck.
“Thank you! You’re the best!” Cece shouts after him.
“Minnie! Get in the car!” Silas barks out behind her.
Cecilia holds in a laugh and turns to him, walking over to the car slowly. Silas takes Dante and straps him in while scowling her way. “I thought you said I was the best?”
“Oh, honey, you are.” She pats his cheek when he stands, then enters the car.
I shake my head and take the driver’s seat in Emma’s SUV as she finishes putting Gracie in her car seat and hops in the passenger side. “I wonder how long it’s going to take him to figure it out,” I say, watching Silas pull out of the driveway.
“Ha! He probably never will. Not until he has visual proof, at least. Even if we told him, he probably wouldn’t believe us,” Em laughs.
I laugh along with her. “That’s true.”
Once the car goes quiet and we cruise through the streets to our home, I glance over at her. She’s fiddling with her nails, which tells me she’s nervous or overthinking. “So…” I start, wanting to torture her a little. “Clay and Silas, huh?”
“Ugh!” She bangs her head against the seat. “I knew you were going to bring that up.”
“What? I’m just curious.” And I am. I want to know if she was telling the girls the truth or if she still does it sometimes.