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“Sorry, Mom.” Garrett chuckled. “You’re just not as cool as Bindi. Plus, she actually needs their help. The kids are all over that.”

“I think I’m ready for bed after this one.” Quincy yawned theatrically.

“Same,” Shayne grumbled. “I think I might be in a turkey coma.”

“I haven’t eaten this much in an entire year,” Pepper declared.

“Who hasn’t given me their card?”

“Me,” my mom said. “I can’t decide what to choose.”

There was some shuffling, which I assumed was my mom giving up her card, and then Quaid clearing his throat.

“Okay, the card read ‘Things that help Mickey relax,’” Quaid said. “The first card says ‘Minnie’s laugh.’ The second says, ‘Moana’s moaning.’” Quaid’s voice went strangled. “The third says, ‘Tigger’s bouncing….’”

He read the rest of them off, and by the time that he was done, everyone was laughing.

“I’m going with Moana’s moaning.” Quaid chose his winner.

“Oh, that one was mine and Bindi’s!” Addison chirped as she reappeared with a water and placed it against my hand.

I took it and barely contained the urge to laugh at the silence in the room.

“On that note, I’m done, too,” Keene said as he got up, the chair squeaking slightly at the movement. “You ready to go, Princess?”

“I’ll be ready to go when Bindi is,” Addison declared.

“I’m ready, too,” I said softly. “It’s way past my bedtime, and I have to work tomorrow.”

“Eww, work,” Addison grumbled. “I get to go to the circus tomorrow, you should come to that instead.”

Fifteen minutes after giving my reluctant declination, I was in Garrett’s room with my eyes heavy.

“You wearing that to bed, baby?” Garrett asked.

I fell face first into the mattress and said, “Yep.”

He helped me take my shoes off and pulled the comforter out from under me, not protesting at my clothing or lack of teeth brushing.

Instead, he took off his own clothes and crawled into bed beside me. “Tomorrow, when I’m not so tired, I want to celebrate our almost-engagement.”

“It’s a real engagement,” Garrett said into my hair as he squeezed me a bit tighter.

“Sure,” I teased. “If you say so.”

Some people just drain the fucking nice right out of you.

—Text from Bindi to her mom

BINDI

I was wide awake by six since I’d gone to bed so early the night before.

I rolled over in the bed and felt the heat of Garrett’s body against mine.

He didn’t stir.

My hand went to his abs, just resting there for a long second before I started to make slow circles.

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