Page 91 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
Laughing, she slides her hand in mine and eases from her seat. She glances around like she might discover the surprise out here.
Not quite, baby girl.
“What are we doing?” she asks. When I don’t respond, she glances over her shoulder towards Con and Austin.
“Again, I’d rather show you than tell you,” Con says, stepping around her and up the porch steps.
Her eyes roam around the entryway, living room, and kitchen as we walk through. Nothing’s different in this part of the house, at least not yet.
Hopefully, she’ll add her touches to it soon if this goes the way we all hope it will.
Con leads the way down the hallway, pausing outside of Austin’s room—or what used to be his room.
“Why are we going to your room?” she asks, turning to face Austin.
“It isn’t my…” He trails off. “Just go inside and see, angel.”
She takes a step toward the door but halts. “Are you guys luring me in here to have your way with me?”
I shrug. “I mean, I wouldn’t complain if that happened,” I say, smirking at her. I draw in a breath, forcing my expression to grow serious. “That isn’t why we’re here, though.”
Con rests his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the door. “Go ahead.”
Tentatively, she turns the handle like she’s afraid of what might be on the other side. Not like a monster is going to jump out a get her, but rather everything that she’s ever wanted that might overwhelm her whole world.
She eases the door open, staring around the now completely changed space.
The walls are no longer the pale gray color. They’re bright white with a deep purple wall behind the massive new bed—it's so large it takes up most of the wall.
Plenty big enough for all of us to sleep in.
The right side of the room has an oversized lounge chair and love seat, courtesy of my voyeur brother who wanted a place to sit while he watches us fuck our girl.
Austin’s television is still mounted to the wall opposite the huge bed, but below it is a new dresser made from the same wood we used at her studio. The platform bed frame we made matches it as well.
It’s honestly a miracle we were able to get all of this done over the last month.For her, I think we would have moved mountains to make this happen.
None of us wanted another day to pass without having her under the same roof as us.
Her head turns from one side of the room to the other, taking in everything around her.
“Wh… what….” she whispers, unable to formulate the rest of her question. Her hands lace together in front of her face as she turns to look at Austin. “Where’s all of your stuff?”
“Upstairs,” he says, sliding his hands in his pockets. “The guest room across the hall from Evelyn’s room is mine now.”
“But why?” she asks, even though I’m pretty sure she already knows the answer.
Austin steps forward, wrapping his much larger hands around hers, which are still braced in front of her mouth. “Because we’re hoping this will be your room now.”
The first tear falls onto their joined hands. “Wha… what are you saying?” she gets out.
Austin keeps holding her hand when Con draws her attention toward him.
“We’re saying that we want to live with you. We want this to be your home. We want to have movie nights, Christmases, birthday parties, probably prank wars with Brooks and Evelyn being here.” He laughs, pointing to me, which makes her giggle around her tears for a moment.
“We want to make a life with you,” Con says, resting his hands on either side of her face. He wipes away her tears that continue to fall.
“Are you sure?” she asks, resting her head against his chest, clearly not wanting to meet his eyes just yet as he answers her.
