“I find it weird that I have to say this twice in one day but… disgusting,” Micah says as he passes by us, shaking his head.
Gabriel and I both chuckle as he heads over and meets up with Sean and Layla’s oldest son who’s only a year younger than him.
“A toast,” Shelly calls out to the group of more than a hundred as all the solar Edison lights throughout our yard flicker on with the setting sun. “To our baby, Harlow.”
We all turn and face Harlow who’s smiling her beautiful smile and is thoroughly embarrassed by all the attention.
“Nana!” she whines as Shelly waves her off.
“Stop, baby, you’re getting a toast whether you want one or not.”
Harlow sets Max down and moves over to join Shelly across the yard. I spot Dell and his wife of ten years and nod. He’s still a joy to consult with and has finally stopped looking at me like I made the wrong choice when I chose Gabriel.
“To the sweetest soul we know, moving on to high school next year. Break some hearts, have some fun, and for God’s sake, if you’re thinking of bringing a boy around, don’t bring him around here if you want him to live.”
A chorus of hear, hear’s spark through the crowd from Sean, Kai, Robby, Mason, Flipp, and Gabriel followed by laughter from the crowd.
I look at my baby, she looks at me and rolls her eyes with the idea of all the overprotective men in her life acting like cavemen. The room toasts and the party continues with all the people we love surrounding us. We may not be perfect, but damn, we all love harder than any family I’ve ever known.
I laugh and give her dad a little backhand in his muscled chest.
Gabriel pinches my waist as the festivities continue. I use the back of my nails to grip and dig into his forearms behind me and he grabs me hard around my waist, pulling me into him where I feel his cock starting to swell already.
“You’re in the mood to tussle, little hummingbird?” he asks, pulling me backward from the table with his lips on my neck. “Everyone is busy…”
“Mm-hmm… seems like it.” I smirk as Gabriel pulls me into the treeline.
“Think you still have what it takes to catch me, Pres?” I turn my face up to him and his lips come down on mine only once before his gruff whisper takes over and I prepare for flight.
“I guess we’ll see, wicked girl…”
“Run.”
THE END
