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“Really.” Mason firmly nodded. “I got you, sis. Always.”
“Ditto, Mace.” Blake kissed her head again. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
With a smirk on her face, Mason adjusted Blake’s breast to create a better pillow for her head. Blake rolled her eyes, unable to stop herself from laughing. Never in a million years did she think she and Mason could have become comfortable enough with each other for her to do that. It continued to show Blake that she was indeed a Mackenzie after all.
Chapter 19
Isla
There was rarely a day that Isla could sit on the couch, read a book, and relax. When the opportunity presented itself after an early morning mammogram, Isla had jumped on it. Everleigh had gone with Vera to work, which meant the house was nice and quiet. Isla curled up on the couch and picked up the book she’d been trying to read for the past several months. A faded Carlson’s Cafe receipt marked the page where she’d left off and she settled into the couch.
February had brought with it a calm that Isla desperately needed after the holidays. Her emotions had been so heightened after everything with Blake and watching Blake also get closer to Vera and Mason. Isla couldn’t believe that the thing they had been dreaming about for literally decades had finally come true. She felt she had her entire family, and it was whole and complete. Or at least would be complete when Blake had her baby girl.
Isla’s excitement over the newest addition to the family had been overshadowed unintentionally by her newfound relationship with Blake. That didn’t make Isla any less excited to have a new grandbaby, though. She loved being a grammy just as much as she loved being a mom. They both made her feel so insanely fulfilled that Isla couldn’t stop herself from smiling everytime she thought about her family.
Since reconciling things with Blake, Isla couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt lighter. It had improved every relationship in her life, even the one she had with Vera. She never thought it needed to be improved, and yet watching Blake and Vera connect and bond had made Isla fall even more in love with her wife. And when they celebrated Valentine’s Day at the Moonflower Cove Inn a few days ago, they had arguably the best sex of Isla’s life. Maybe it was because they could finally relax without the hidden stress of worrying about Blake on their minds. Whatever it was, Isla always had plans to get Vera in bed whenever she got home.
Until then, Isla would read her book in peace and think about her amazingly beautiful wife.
Or at least that was the plan until her phone rang.
Answering the call, Isla put it on speakerphone.
“Hey, Lex.”
“Hey, my favorite person in the entire world.” Her giddy voice told Isla instantly her book reading time had ended before it began. “What are you doing?”
“I have a feeling that doesn’t matter because you need something,” Isla chuckled as she sat up on the couch, putting her book back on the coffee table where it would undoubtedly sit for a few more weeks.
“Well, we’re painting the nursery and ran out of paint.”
“And you need your favorite mother-in-law to go to the store and get it for you so you don’t have to pack the kids and your pregnant wife into the car. Am I right?”
“And bring lunch, please,” Blake chimed in from the background.
“Pizza, I assume?” Isla teased. For the past few weeks, Blake’s very specific pregnancy craving had been the three-meat pizza with olives, onions, and peppers from the Pizza Parlour. “Do I need to bring any vegetables or are the ones on the pizza enough for you?”
“Ha, ha,” Blake sarcastically laughed. “Cheese bread would be great if you’re offering.”
“You know I am. Send me the color paint you need and I’ll order the pizza before picking it up.”
“You’re the best,” Alexis and Blake said in unison.
“Oh, I know,” Isla teased them again. “I’ll see you soon.”
Putting Vera’s Taylor Memorial Hospital sweatshirt on over her old T-shirt, Isla slipped on her sneakers and headed out the door. The February air was chilly, but thankfully it was warmer than it had been in weeks. She got into her Jeep and plucked a hair tie from the center console. Wrangling her curly hair into a ponytail as the Jeep warmed up, Isla saw Ellie’s car pulling into the driveway.
She waved at her middle child as Ellie pulled up beside her and rolled down her window. Isla did the same as she smiled at her baby girl.
“Where are you going?”
“Blake’s to take them paint and pizza.”
“Sounds like a party.”
“You wanna join?”
