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“Eww.” He wrinkles up his nose. “Cheese it is.” I laugh dialing the number. Putting in the order for pizza I add in an order of wings and cheesy bread too. Knowing it will be about an hour I turn on cartoons and do my best to distract Gray.

Before long the doorbell is ringing and we are both moving toward the door, I let him win and he laughs as I scoop him up and peek through the hole. My man, Marco, is on the opposite side. Setting Grayson down I hand him the fifty. “You can pay and tell him to keep the change.”

I open the door, take the food and watch as Grayson does exactly what I said. Marco gives him a high five, then Gray takes off across the room toward the kitchen.

“I didn’t know you had kids, man.” He glances around the space.

“That’s Grayson and got another on the way.” He may not be my blood but I love him like he is my own. I know when the baby comes that won’t change, they are both mine and so is their mother.

“Damn.” He shakes his head. “I got two myself, best thing that’s ever happened to me is becoming a father.”

I nod, and turn around as I hear the chair scoot across the floor. “I better feed the boy. We’re having ourselves a guys’ night while mom’s out with friends for dinner.”

“Well. Enjoy.” He steps back. “Threw a few extra wings in the box for you.” He waves his hand as he walks down the sidewalk to his awaiting car.

Joining Grayson in the kitchen we grab some plates and cups. I put his drink in one with a lid and move everything over to the table. Normally I’d just eat on the couch, but with Grayson and Presley here I’ve been trying to use the table more.

I put a slice on his plate with a piece of cheesy bread and when I lift a wing to my mouth I notice the way he is watching me. “What’s up, bud?”

He looks from the wing to me and then back to the wing.

“You want to try one?”

He nods so I pick one up and set it on his plate. They aren’t too spicy, more sweet with a little tang. “Here, tear off the chicken and then dip it in here.” I push the ranch dressing toward him and watch as he digs in. His little face lights up when he starts to chew.

“You like that?”

Without stopping he keeps tearing off the meat and dipping it in the sauce. There’s more ranch on his face and fingers than in his mouth. I know we’ll have to hit the showers when we are done.

I can’t help but grin happily as we sit side by side eating and talking about what’s next. Like two best friends.

ChapterThirty-Four

Presley

“I’ll have the chicken Alfredo, with a side salad,” I say, scanning over the menu already dreaming about the chocolate brownie with ice cream.

“And what dressing would you like?” our waitress asks smiling happily. She was in heaven or so she said. We are a fun group versus those she’s dealt with for the last several hours. Her name is Wren, and she’s had a hell of a night full of disrespecting assholes. Arrogant dicks that tip for shit and expect everything.

I know how she’s feeling. I’ve been there. Spending hours on my feet, smiling and running around doing every possible thing I can do to make every person happy. Then seeing that dollar on the table after they leave a tremendous mess behind.

But all you can do is ignore the disappointment and slap on a smile because the next table is waiting.

“I’ll take ranch,” I tell her, handing the menu back as she moves around the table taking everyone else’s order.

“So.” Luna is the first to scoot in close and stare at me with curiosity. It has been a bit since we’ve all gotten together. I knew coming in that the questions would be fired off the minute they all got the chance. “How are things at the warehouse?” It’s what everyone calls Zac’s place. It’s funny it may have once been and from the outside it does still scream industrial but all I feel when I’m inside is a sense of comfort. He’s made it a home and now Gray and I call it home too.

“Things are good.” Great even. “It’s weird how comfortable everything became so quickly. It kind of feels like we’ve been there a lot longer than a few weeks. Grayson of course loves it. His fort is his favorite place to be.”

“Jace and Oliver said they are starting on the bedrooms next weekend,” Aurora says around a mouthful of bread. “Jake’s brother is a plumber and he’s supposed to be there Saturday to get going on the plumbing for the bathroom.”

“Grayson doesn’t need his own bathroom.” I still don’t agree with all the fuss Zac is going through. “He’d be happy with the fort and the half bathroom downstairs. Besides he really loves the power shower in Zac’s room.”

“The power shower?”

I laugh. “It’s what Gray calls the shower. Because that thing is a dream.” I sigh.

“It is,” Aurora says and we all turn and look at her.

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