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“No distracting your Dom. Shoo.” They chuckled as I waved myhands, but I could still see them both trying to decide if they could distractme or not.
As they finally walked back to the big bedroom that now heldtheir new king-sized bed and Scott’s bedroom furniture because Ryan had decidedhe liked that set better, I went into the kitchen. Some of the bedroomfurniture might’ve gone into storage, but every plate and spoon were in boxeslittered all over the kitchen.
They’d debated for several days about whether they wanted toget rid of some of the excess furniture or keep it in storage, but I’d votedfor storage since it wasn’t expensive in the new neighborhood and they wantedto buy eventually anyway.
I was halfway through the kitchen and trying to decide ifthe spices should go on the left side of the stove or the right when thedoorbell rang. It was such a startling noise, I nearly tossed a jar of onionpowder clear across the room.
Who was at the door?
We were too far out to get anyone selling shit or wanting totalk us into one religion or another, so confusion was written on all our facesas Ryan and Scott came out of the bedroom.
“Did you guys order pizza?” That was the only thing I couldthink of.
They shook their heads as Ryan spoke. “No, I thought aboutit earlier, but I couldn’t remember our address.”
I chuckled. “Me neither.”
I’d written the address down earlier, but I’d lost my pieceof paper somewhere in the move, and going out into the front yard to look atthe mailbox seemed ridiculous.
When the bell rang again, I shrugged and we headed towardthe noise.
Shit.
One look out the small window by the door had me wincing andstarting to apologize. “I’m really sorry. I was on the phone with my motherwhen you called out the address earlier, Scott.”
That sounded bad.
“Not that this is in any way your fault. My family hasboundary issues—which is probably why I’m a Dom—and I really wasn’t going to dothis to you on day one here.” I knew I shouldn’t have let my mother telleveryone.
I wasn’t hiding my boys…just protecting them.
There was a huge difference.
They both just stood there for a few seconds before laughterpoured out of them as my brother Rich started basically singing that they’dcome to visit.
He was the attention-whore of the family.
“You look panicked.” Scott smiled, kissing me tenderly andcompletely ignoring the drama outside. “Don’t worry. It’s going to be fine.”
Ryan snickered. “At least we don’t have to worry about ifthey’ll like us.”
That was because one of my older sisters was now cheerfullycalling out, “Darey, we’re going to love them. We’ll be good. We promised Mom.”
I was pretty sure they’d already broken every promise they’dmade to my mother to get the new address out of her.
“Bullshit!” Calling out through the door, I tried to stayfocused on Ryan and Scott who were both mouthing, “Darey?”
“I know we talked about meeting everyone slowly, but thatplan seems to be out the window.” Forcing the stress out of my voice, Iconsidered my options. “I can pull in the big guns and call my mom to make thembehave, or I can use guilt and call my dad. He’s a romantic at heart and onetearful sigh that they’re going to wreck my relationship will have him losinghis shit. What do you want?”
Should I even leave it up to them?
Before they could even suck in a breath, I was shaking myhead. “No, I’m just going to video call my father, and he can—”
“No. Wait.” Scott wrapped his arms around me as Ryan movedcloser to us both.
Ryan seemed to have the answer before Scott could keepgoing. “We’re going to meet them and then put them to work. They knew we werebusy and they’re coming to drive you crazy anyway.”
I chuckled. “Are you sure you don’t have a thousand siblingshiding somewhere?”
