Page 125 of Fly Boy
Pippa snorts as I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the door.
“This is Bowie.” I turn and point to my other brother, who’s now eating popcorn. “And that’s Teddy.”
Teddy gives her a wave. “Oh my god, wait. You’re a billionaire, too, right?”
Pippa shrugs her shoulders. “I guess, but it’s more my father than me.”
“Potato-Potahto,” he says, dragging Mason forward. “He’s one, too. Do you know each other?”
“Because being a billionaire means we know everyone,” he deadpans, sidling up to Bowie. “I’m Mason.”
“And he’s the worst billionaire alive,” Bowie adds. “It was only after Wyatt got his head out of his ass and realized he was in love with you that my man finally bought a jet.”
“Which we’ve used how many times?”
“Not the point,” Bowie says, smiling at Mason. The pair have the biggest heart-eyes for each other. I swear they’re worse than my dad and Sadie.
I lift Pippa’s bags from her and set them by the stairs, taking her hand instead and pulling her into the kitchen. Dad leans against the counter, nursing his beer as he watches Sadie fuss over Porter as Ana gets his bottle.
“This is my dad, Miles Grant,” I say, introducing him first. “Dad, this is Pippa.”
He sets his bottle behind him and gives her a quick hug. “I’ve been waiting for this day.”
“What day?” She laughs.
“The day my son finally finds himself a good woman to settle down with.”
Her cheeks pinken as she lowers her face. “Thank you, sir.”
“And she’s polite, too,” he comments, making Ana huff loudly.
“I’m polite,” she says as she ties a bib around her son’s neck.
“Sweetheart, the first day I met you, you were sucking my son’s face so hard I didn’t know where you ended and he started.”
Ana almost chokes, her face turning as deep a red as a person’s face can turn. It’s a good thing she’s not holding her baby because she most likely would have dropped him. “That was nearly ten years ago.”
Dad cackles like a dick, and I guessthisis what she meant about making people uncomfortable.
She tosses a cloth over her shoulder and takes Porter from Sadie. “Come on, since your granddad likes to embarrass Mommy, he can feed you.”
She passes Dad his grandson, and the pair disappear, leaving Pippa, Sadie, and me. Giving me a knowing smile, Sadie watches the girl who has my heart stand nervously by my side.
“And this,” I say, moving to stand next to her, “is my mom, Sadie.”
Pippa’s smile is wide as she charges forward, engulfing her in a hug that makes Sadie gasp in shock.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she gushes. “Wyatt has told me so much about you.”
“He has?” Sadie asks, her eyes twinkling as she looks over Pippa’s shoulder at me.
“Yes, I almost feel like I’ve known you this entire time.”
Sadie pulls back and cups Pippa’s cheek. “Likewise. Thank you for making my son so happy.”
“Thank you for raising him to be the man I love.”
“Speech,” Teddy shouts from his spot at the dinner table.
