Page 110 of Pucking Revenge

They echo steadily through my brain while I skate with my family. Only getting louder when we return to Beckett’s house for a family dinner that both of my parents make an appearance for.

“You’ve found her.”

When Beckett and Liv walk into the house carrying a small stack of pizza boxes, Sara’s eyes meet mine, and I swear she’s silently speaking those words again.

My brother’s expression is blank, and his eyes are hazy.

“What’s wrong with him?” Gavin asks our sister-in-law, grabbing the pizza boxes from Beckett. He sets them on the kitchen counter, then quickly turns back, brows lifted in question.

Liv glances at her husband, lips quirking up, and lets out a little hum. “We got some news at the doctor’s office.”

“Everything okay?” Sara perks up from her spot beneath my arm.

Liv nibbles on her lip and glances at her husband again. He now has his palms pressed flat against the counter and his head hanging between his shoulders.

My stomach sinks at his posture. “He really doesn’t look okay.”

Liv gives a wobbly smile, making me feel a modicum better. “We’re having girls. Two of them,” she squeaks.

Finn launches himself into the air, his gold chain hitting him in the chest with a thwap when he lands, and pumps his fist. “Yes! Still the only boy!”

Beckett’s face is green when he looks up. “Period panties,” he whispers.

Liv scoffs and slaps him lightly on the back. “Ignore him. He’s got a little PTSD after living with all my friends. He’ll be fine.” She shuffles over to the cabinet and pulls a stack of plates down. “Beckett, pull yourself together. The twins won’t get their periods for at least another twelve years. You’ll be over fifty by then. Act it.”

Beckett turns a horrified look in her direction, his hands still firmly planted on the counter, as if he needs it for support. “Kick a man when he’s down, why don’t ya?”

Gavin sidles up to him and squeezes his shoulder. “Come on, old man. Just think of all the hockey boys who are going to be begging to date your daughters.”

Beckett lunges for him, and he hustles back, out of his reach.

A laugh bursts out of me at the scene, followed by a wave of warmth when Sara leans against me. I pull her in tighter to my side as we watch the disaster of a show that is my family.

I can’t stop from tipping her chin up and lowering my mouth to hers. It’s as if there’s a magnetic pull between us getting stronger every day.

“You’ve found her.”

It’s after ten when we finally get back to our apartment building. Finn begged us to stay until he fell asleep, and then Aiden serenaded us with a moving rendition of “The Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel. He, of course, changed the words, but they were no less moving. Beckett, Gavin, and I hummed in the background. Liv and Sara stood in the doorway, soft smiles on their faces, recording the entire thing. I’m sure it will be on the Bolts and Rev’s pages tomorrow.

I don’t even fucking care. Spending the day with my girl has left me all warm and gooey, like a chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream melting on top. If today’s shown me anything, it’s exactly what Sara said. I’ve found her.

The instant the elevator announces our arrival on her floor with a ding, I’m herding her through the stainless-steel doors, desperate to get her alone in the privacy of her home.

“Whoa! Look who it is!” Daniel is kicked back on the couch in the communal living area. He’s accompanied by a group of guys all wearing sweats and watching a movie.

“Nice slippers,” Sara teases with a laugh.

Hall lifts his feet and kicks them up and down, showing off gigantic Elf slippers. “Buddy’s the man!”

“It’s not even December.” I roll my eyes at the guys, though I can’t help but smile. I’m honestly surprised they’re hanging at home and not out causing trouble on their last night before another ten days on the road.

War raises his brow at me and nods toward Sara. “You guys have plans tonight, or you want to join us?”

Sara’s wide eyes and gaping mouth have me choking back a laugh. I’m glad to see she’s just as eager as I am to get away from the guys.

I shake my head. “We’re good. Enjoy the movie.”

War tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth and settles back against the cushions. “Eh, I don’t blame you. Shiny toys are more fun. Just ask the playmaker.”

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