Page 64 of Black Flag

“Honey, you shouldn’tbe dry humping her with everyone else in the other room.” Nancy huffed. “Thereare children present.”

“Hey!” Emma chirpedwalking into the room. “Ewwgross, get offher.”

“Leave,” Jameson saidmore sternly to the two of them.

“Are you sure everything’sall right?” She moved closer tucking her rusty locks behind her ear. “I thinkyou’re crushing Sway and the baby.”

Emma giggled curlinginto the chaise lounge on the other side of us. “Yeah, you’re squishing her fatass.”

“I’m fine Nancy, and sois the baby.” I said from under him.

“Good,” satisfied, shesat in an overstuffed leather chair next to us. “Let’s watch a movie. Logan,Lucas, the movie is on!”

Jameson growled againstmy neck. “Damn it...” his head fell againstmy shoulder and then he reluctantly rolled off me to sit up, pulling a pillowover his lap, which made me giggle again. He shot me a glare but smirked aftera moment when I mouthed, “later” to him.

Emma laughed. “PoorJameson,” She gave him a pouty lip.

Jameson being Jameson;snatched the popcorn bowl from Nancy and launched it at Emma across the room,ending her giggle fit.

I felt like a kid againwho got caught making out which made me giggle again. I stopped giggling alltogether when the Lucifer twins joined us.

They’d apparentlyalready wrapped Nancy around their fingers and convinced her to let them stayat the house instead of the hotel with Charlie and Andrea.

It was a bad idea.

I must have fallenasleep in the movie room because when I woke up it was morning I was inJameson’s room and he was nowhere to be found.

After taking a quickshower, I made my way downstairs to find everyone gathered around the tableoutside on the deck.

“What are you doing?”Spencer asked Jameson watching him pick through the fruit. “You hatepineapple.”

“No I don’t.” Jamesonmumbled reaching for the pineapple from the breakfast spread Nancy arranged.

“Yes you do, dude.”Spencer continued to load an obscene amount of bacon on his plate.

“Shut up.” Jamesonresponded walking away, pineapple in hand, to sit down at the table. Themorning sun caught his rusty loops that where peeking out from under his whitehat.

Thinking of Jamesoneating pineapple, which he did in fact hate, a giggle slipped out.

Everyone turned to lookat me standing near the French doors.

Nancy, the lovingmother she was, jumped at the chance to help me with a plate. “You’re up honey.How are you feeling?”

“Good...hungry.” The entire house smelleddelicious. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, potatoes, fruit, bacon...oh god...it was a pregnant woman’s dream come true. Nancy had onceagain outdone herself.

After piling my platein a similar fashion as Spencer had, I took a seat beside Jameson. Heimmediately smirked eating his pineapple and pushed a cup toward me, his eyebrowraised ever so slightly to both acknowledge my presence and the fact that hewas eating pineapple.

I eyed the paper cupand pineapple suspiciously. “Where’d that come from?”

“I went and got it foryou this morning.” He shrugged. “It’s a decaf white chocolate mocha.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you seemed tiredlast night so I thought you’d need it this morning.” He leaned over a kissed mycheek.

Jimi grumbled. “Stopit.”

Neither one of us said anything.Jimi didn’t need to know what happened out here too and I was sure he felt thesame.

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