Page 6 of Momcom Vacation

Beckett

Gavin: You stole my team plane!

Gavin: And my goddamn defense!

Gavin: Beckett Mother Ducking Langfield, if you don’t turn that plane around…

Slowly, methodically, I put my phone on airplane mode and pocket it. Then I straighten and smile at the guys who are all staring at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.

Loverboy, who is still hovering near the door, staggers back a step. “You seriously kidnapped me?”

Collette looks up from her tablet. “Kidnapping requires the use of force. Beckett merely tricked you into getting on the team jet.”

I smile. It’s nice having the Shining Twins on my side for once.

Phoebe shakes her head. “But it could be considered grand larceny, since the Bolts probably didn’t give him authorization to take their team plane.”

I glare at her. “Shush.”

A deep growl rumbles from Pretty Boy’s chest, his eyes narrowing to slits. Enzo’s still salty too. I lured him here with a story about a table needing a quick repair.

I sigh. “Sorry, Phoebe.”

“I agree with the guys on this one,” Cortney says from beside me.

I shoot him a glare.

“But—” He holds up a hand. “If we’re being kidnapped, there are worse places to be taken.”

“I’m not following,” Enzo grumbles.

“The girls are all on their way to the Keys, right?” Man Bun straightens in his seat. “Beckett’s vacation home is gorgeous and huge. So long as we take responsibility for the kids, I don’t think our women will kill us for crashing their girls’ trip. I mean, when was the last time any of us had time for a family vacation?”

The defensiveness I’ve been clinging to fades a bit. Hell yeah. If Man Bun is on my side, then I’m golden.

Rowan’s lips quirk up in one of his signature smirks. “I guess I wouldn’t hate seeing Doc in a bikini.”

I laugh. “See? It’s not so bad.”

Enzo is still scowling, but now it’s directed at Cortney. “I can’t believe you went along with this.”

“I’m in the middle of planning my mother’s dream wedding, so I have more than enough on my plate. I don’t have time to argue with a toddler too.”

“Hey.”

Man Bun glares at me.

Fine. He’s grumpier than normal, so I’ll give that to him. To think I used to be known as the grumpy one.

With a casual shrug, I straighten my cuffs. “There’s a pool with a water slide, a private beach, water toys—including my prized sailboat—and a game room that makes the one at Lang Field look pathetic.”

Finn throws his fist in the air. “Yes!”

Suddenly all the kids have perked up and the cabin fills with chatter. I’d definitely win in a coolest dad contest against these three clowns.

Cortney breaks out in a smile brighter than and I’ve seen from him lately. “You’re right. This sounds like exactly what we need. It’ll be a great break from all the wedding planning stress. Thank you, Beckett. We don’t give you enough credit.”

Jaw dropping, I study him. Did he just…compliment me?

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