I have to control my urges.
Why did I dip my toe into Satan's well?
Jagger tears me out of my thoughts, jabbing, "Your nanny's looking smoking hot today."
"I swear to God, you're two minutes away from digging your own grave," I warn him.
He chuckles, adding, "Chill out. We're not going to say anything. Are we, Mason?"
Mason shakes his head. "No. We'll stay quiet."
"Are you sure?" I ask, not fully believing them.
"Promise," Mason affirms.
"I mean it. Nothing. No innuendos, no teasing, no saying anything to Phoebe or the kids or anyone else. Got it?"
Jagger nods. "You're good. Just chill out. Okay? Don't go in there acting all wound up."
I take a deep breath, warning, "Don't lie to me." I know how my brothers are, and my gut says not to trust them.
They can never keep a secret when my family is involved. They always reveal it at the most inopportune times.
Mason claims, "We have your back."
"You swear? Because if you do say anything, the boys are going to end up hurt. They're your nephews," I remind them.
My brothers' faces turn serious.
Mason repeats, "We understand, Alexander. We're just teasing you. Don't worry, we won't say anything."
I study them for a moment and realize they're telling the truth.
Jagger adds, "You know we wouldn't do anything to hurt the boys."
Relief washes over me. "Thanks."
"I said breakfast," Willow shouts, ringing the bell again.
"Let's go. I'm hungry," Jagger announces, then secures the gate shut.
The three of us make our way to the house. We go inside and wash up.
"Dad, guess what?" Ace calls out, running up to me.
"Hey, buddy." I tousle his hair. "What's going on?"
"We have a special project we're doing with Phoebe."
"You are? What is it?" I question.
"We're not telling you. It's going to be a surprise," Wilder claims, stepping next to his brother.
"Oh?" I say, glancing at Phoebe and wondering what she has up her sleeve.
She has her back to me, and she's talking to Willow in the kitchen. My heart beats faster the longer I stare at her.
"Yeah, you're going to love it," Ace claims.