Empty boxes of all shapes and sizes are all over. All three of my guys are frozen, staring at me like teenagers getting caught sneaking in after curfew.
“What’s going on?” I ask, setting the gift bags down just inside the door.
Jackson pops up from inside a big box. “You’re home,” he says, smiling at me.
“I am,” I say, laughing. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but it looks like you’re having fun.”
He nods several times.
I point to my guys. “You three look suspicious as f-u-c-k,” I say, spelling out the last word.
Hadley busts out laughing beside me. “Look at your phone next time,” she says, staring straight at her brother.
Huh?
“Well, I did my part. Now it’s up to you guys,” she says, walking over to Jackson. She bends down before him. “Hey, do you want to come have a slumber party at our house?”
Jackson’s eyes dart over to his dad.
“Evelyn’s excited to play with you. She said we can watchCars.” Jackson turns to look at her. “Oh, and we can bring Mack with us,” she adds.
“Yes,” he says, grinning at her now.
“Awesome.” She grabs his small hand, helping him out of the box.
Jackson gives all of us quick hugs before heading out to Hadley’s car, where Warren is already strapping in one of his car seats. Tucker and Grayson take everything else out that was already packed and ready to go.
I just stand there, staring at everyone in confusion.Again… what is going on?
Hadley gets Mack from the backyard. He happily jumps into the back of her SUV, and they both stick their hands out the window, waving as they drive away.
“I’m so confused,” I say the second the door closes behind us.
Tucker grabs my hand. “Come on, Sunshine. We have some things to show you.”
I follow him through the living room.
“Sorry, we didn’t get everything cleaned up before you got here,” he says.
I don’t really know what he’s talking about, so I don’t say anything.
With my hand still in his, he guides me down the stairs to the basement. The other two men follow behind us.
I really don’t like it down here. It kind of freaks me out.Or it used to.
The space looks completely different now. It’s divided into what looks like three different rooms and a hallway. One of the doors is open. It’s obviously a bathroom.
Tucker leads me to one of the closed doors. Inside, there are a bunch of boxes, a bed, and a dresser.
“What’s this?” I ask, looking up at him.
“My room.”
My eyes dart between him and the rest of the room. “Yours?”
“Mmhmm,” he hums in agreement.
Does that mean…
