Page 51 of I've Got You

“Hey.” Jenna’s voice carried over the din of cutlery being dropped on the table.

My gaze flicked to her. “Morning.” She looked refreshed despite the early start and the noise. She was also looking a damn sight happier and more like herself from before marrying her shithead of a husband.

“Morning.” She stepped fully into the room. “Coffee?”

I indicated the pot. “Already done. I’d love a fresh cup.”

Jenna placed a kiss on my cheek, then hugged her boys close and dotted kisses over their heads, causing a riot of giggles before she collected two mugs and poured our coffees. “What’s this for?” She sidled next to me as I flipped a pancake.

I shrugged. “Do I need an excuse to have breakfast with my family?” I side-eyed her and saw her studying me. “What?”

She tilted her head to the side. “Nothing.” She threw me a smile and then made her way to the table when I switched off the stove.

With the pancakes stacked high, the boys’ eyes were as big as saucers. It didn’t take us long to dive in and the boys to be sticky with maple syrup.

“What are your plans for the day?” Jenna asked before taking a sip of her coffee.

“I’m going to be neck deep in paperwork with the sale of the clinic. Everything with the house is pretty much taken care of. I just need to sort through the additional legalities.” It was a tiresome task, and I loved every moment of it since it would mean taking full control of my life and truly starting afresh.

Jenna nodded. “I’m so proud of you.”

Tightness squeezed my chest, the feeling foreign. I took a moment to deal with the surge of emotion threatening to spill forth. This whole process, this journey of finally beginning my life in a way I’d never allowed myself to dream it could be, had been a roller coaster of trials, and my sister being proud of me helped unravel some of the fear clutching my weary heart.

“Thank you.” I reached out and squeezed her free hand lightly. “I’m proud of you too.” I raked my eyes over her sons. “They’re amazing.” I returned my attention to her. “You’re amazing.”

Her eyes were watery when she sniffed and smiled. After clearing her throat, she waved in front of her face and sighed. “What are your plans tonight? Are you seeing Davis?”

My heart rate spiked at the mention of his name and the thought of our evening. With a nod, I cast my gaze away from her and turned it to my coffee cup.

“Right.” That one word was all-knowing and light. It was also filled with humor.

I met her amused gaze, and rolled my eyes when her lips curved into a grin. “We’re heading out and I plan to stay over.”

Wide-eyed, Jenna stared back at me and remained silent for a beat. “Boys,” she said, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Yes,” Hunter said.

“If you’ve finished, please take your plates to the sink, then head to the bathroom and rinse your hands. Toby, please help your brother.”

A scrape of chairs, the clatter of plates and knives and forks followed closely by the patter of feet filled the space between us. A moment later, the boys raced upstairs.

“Do you want to talk about to—”

“Nope.” I leaned back in my chair and picked up my coffee. “Make that a hell no.”

Jenna pursed her lips together. “Okay, I get that. I’m probably the last person you want to talk to about this.”

I held back a snort. Actually, Carter’s parents had been the last people I’d wanted to discuss my sex life with, but apparently, shit happened.

“But know that I’m here and can talk about hot men whenever you wish.” A smirk crossed her lips and she waggled her brows at me.

This time I did snort. “And while I appreciate that, I’m good, thanks.” The words were out there, and my nerves took but a moment to settle. I grinned. I really was good, better than good in fact. A quiet calm descended over me, one lit with an undercurrent of excitement and formed with certainty that spending the night—and I hoped many more after—with Davis was the right choice. I wanted it fiercely, wantedhimfiercely.

I stood with renewed lightness. After pressing a kiss to Jenna’s head, I picked up our empty plates. “I’ve got this. You go and shower. I’ll keep an eye on the boys.” And with that, I turned and busied myself in the tasks of the day while eagerly counting down the hours until six o’clock.

Surprisingly, the day sped by, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t relieved to close my laptop and give my eyes and brain a break. After quickly showering, I dressed and headed downstairs. Jenna was making dinner for her and the boys, while they banged around in the small play area we’d set up for them in a section of the dining room. It was the perfect positioning to be able to keep an eye on them while in the kitchen.

“You look handsome.”

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