Page 102 of Knot His Reality

Heading toward them, all I can do is grin. Watching my pack mates getting along so well with my family makes my heart sing. We haven’t talked about kids yet—probably a mistake but one I can easily remedy—but I hope they want them. I hope we can have them. I want to have as many as we can.

Thinking about the future only has my smile growing as we join them. I launch myself at my nephews, bringing them both to the ground as I tickle them.

I’m so fucking glad Tessa and Bree could make this trip work because this is just what I needed.

After a late night at my parents’ house, we’re all dragging a bit Tuesday morning.

“I need coffee,” I grumble as I make my way down the stairs with my pack. It’s already after ten, and we’re meeting my family at the beach at eleven.

Milo wraps his arm around me as we reach the first floor. “Me, too, Remy. It’s way too early.”

It’s really not all that early, but we didn’t make it back to the cabin until almost one. Then I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off my pack, so we’d been up for another two hours fucking. After getting so much sleep since coming ontoHeated, my body is not a fan of only six hours.

“You could’ve kept sleeping,” I remind him, but he shakes his head.

“Nope. Vic said we had to get up to see you and Eric off. Plus, I wanted to.” He snickers as we step into the kitchen. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to take a nap while you enjoy the beach.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Lucky ass.”

I’m definitely not pouting when Nikolai steps in front of me, offering me a cup. I grab it eagerly and take a long sip.

“Thank you, Nikolai. You’re a lifesaver.”

“It is my pleasure, Remington.” He doesn’t smile as his twin would as he steps out of the way to reveal the others sitting at the table. “Breakfast is ready.”

Alexei is standing at the head of the table as he waves me over. As soon as I sit, he pushes it forward. Eric sets a plate in front of me before taking a seat at the other end of the table with Victoria. Brooke and Ian sit on either side of me with Nolan beside Ian. The twins sit beside Brooke with Camila on their other side. Lee, Riley, and Carter have also joined us. I’m guessing everyone else is still sleeping.

I drink three cups of coffee while eating, and by the time we climb into the massive SUV that fits me, Eric, Nolan, Brooke, Ian, and the twins, along with Lucas and Mike. Eric sits in the front row with Lucas and Mike. Brooke and Ian join me in the third row while the twins and Nolan take the second row. It’s a little tight, but it’s the only vehicle that can fit this many of us at once.

When we pull into the parking lot for the private beach we rented for the day, I see Mama, Pops, and Baba standing with Lily and Rose while Emilia is trying to wrangle Hawk and Jasper out of her car.

“Unca Remy!” Four-year-old Jasper yells as soon as I step out of the SUV before running across the parking lot and throwing himself at me—as if he hadn’t just seen me yesterday. I really need to make more of an effort to see my sister and nephews more frequently.

I scoop him into my arms with a shake of my head. “I’m happy to see you too, Jasper, but are you supposed to run across the parking lot?”

His face falls as he shakes his head. “No. I s’posed to wait ’til I is holding Mommy’s hand. I is gonna be in trouble.”

“Possibly,” I tell him as I carry him back to Emilia.

“I sowwy, Mommy. I gots excited.” Jasper says, his bottom lip trembling.

Emilia ruffles his hair as she leans over and kisses his cheek. “You’re lucky there was no one else in the parking lot. Next time, you wait for me and Hawk, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy.” He holds his arms out to her, and I transfer him into her arms as I turn to my other nephew.

“Hey, Hawk.” I ruffle his hair as he hugs me. He’s only six—almost seven—but he acts older than that. I think losing his dads made him grow up faster than any of us wanted him to.

His smile is muted when he steps back from our hug. “Hello, Uncle Remy. Thanks for inviting us on your date. We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, kid. I know you’re practically grown now, but how do you feel about building sandcastles? I haven’t made one in years, and I think I need help to make a good one.”

His smile grows as he glances at his mom. “I love building them. I’d love to help you.”

“Yes!” I pump my arm in the air. “Do you hear that, everyone? Hawk is going to help me build the best sandcastle.”

Hawk shakes his head. “You’re so weird.”

I mock gasp as I drop to his level. “Are you saying being weird is bad? I love being different from everyone else.”

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