Page 8 of Momcom Vacation

“Something’s rolling in. I’ll be back in a few.” I wave dismissively, hoping to ease their stress.

“Like the weather?” Delia lifts her chin and surveys the blue sky.

“Oh, rain would be an interesting turn of events.” I giggle at the mental image of all the men stuck together in the small caretaker’s house because of rain.

“Rain?” Shay asks. “Did the forecast mention rain?”

I shrug. “Oh, I never look at the weather.” With that, I walk out the door.

“I don’t understand,” Delia says from behind me.

“Let me get my phone,” Liv grumbles as I pull the door shut and scurry to the caretaker’s house. I need a few minutes to gauge what I’m working with.

Ten minutes later I step out of the room with the muddy vibe and shudder. No, that will not help my fiancé’s mood at all. Next I pop into the pale yellow space. I close my eyes and drag mycrystal along the chain clasped around my neck, letting myself feel the space.

This room is…bubbly.

I can work with this. The queen-size bed is not ideal for my Samson, but he’ll have to deal. The Pack ’n Play will fit in the corner, and there’s a futon for Liam, who could sleep anywhere. Plus the energy here is calm. Good, it should ensure that my already strung-out guy won’t lose his mind.

I set my bag on the bed and dig through it. Once I’ve pulled out a few aquamarines, a celestite, and, of course, a couple rose quartz, I hide them around the room. Then I stack a few puzzles I pilfered from the big house. Since Becks won’t have Liv around to keep him entertained, I doubt he’ll let Cortney have any downtime to work on them, but it’s best if they’re here in case he needs them.

Lavender under the futon mattress so my son will keep his chill all week—check. A spritz of my perfume on Cortney’s side of the bed—check.

In the middle of the room, I turn in a slow circle and tap a finger against my lips. What am I forgetting? Oh, Willow. My easy one. I skip back to the main room to grab the Pack ’n Play I found tucked in a closet. I’ve just finished setting it up when voices echo from the great room.

“Bossman, why are we staying here and not with Mom?”

I smile at the sound of Finn’s voice. He’s a handful, but so full of love.

One of the twins, Phoebe, if I had to guess, clears her throat. “This place seems to lack the square footage to accommodate all of us.”

“Three bedrooms and an office. Plenty of space,” Becks assures, his voice booming through the open room with high ceilings.

I creep into the hallway and peer around the corner

“One room per family instead of one brownstone?” My Liv voice is good. There’s no denying it. So good, in fact, that when I speak, Beckett’s entire body jerks like he’s been struck with a cattle prod.

His head whips around as, wide-eyed, he searches the room for his wife.

I peek around the corner again, this time wearing a smirk.

Instantly, Becks’s shock morphs into an irritated scowl. “Dippy Doo, you scared me to death.” He whips around and glares at the man he pretends isn’t the other love of his life, who is standing on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window. “I should have known he’d break his promise not to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I blink innocently.

“Are you telling me he didn’t text you?”

Of course Cortney texted me. His commitment to our open and honest relationship is never-ending. So if he is coming to Florida, he’s telling me, even if his bestie is a lot about it.

But I love the vibe they’ve got going on, so I’ll cover for him.

I shrug. “I’m not even sure where my phone is.” It’s true, and Becks knows it. I rarely have a clue in which space it exists. I almost always talk to Cort on the Apple Watch he insists I wear.

His eyes narrow. “So why are you here?”

“Crystals.” I wave my hand around the room to point out how the crystals, strategically placed to stay out of little hands, dot the high surfaces. “Your girls’ pretty auras are all so gray and dull. I need to cleanse the space. So I got my bag.” I hold it up and give it a little shake. “And came over her to see what I could find.”

He tilts his head like he wants to argue with me, but he keeps his mouth shut. Probably because he has no idea whether his caretakers normally have crystals. The ones scattered around the room look as if they belong, so how could he claim they aren’t meant to be there?

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