Page 51 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
Jackson mutters something, but I can’t make out much of it other than the word “donut.”
“Sorry, little man. I didn’t get you one. Next time, I promise,” Tucker says. When he holds out his fist toward him, Jacks bumps his knuckles against Tucker’s larger ones.
I expected Tucker and Grayson to be awkward or standoffish with Jackson these last few days, but they’ve been great with him. This isn’t the first time Jackson has been around them, but not in this type of setting.
It has all just felt natural, but that makes zero sense. This is mine and Jackson’s home. Grayson, Tucker, and Sienna all have their own homes and lives. Parts of our lives might overlap, but there isn’t even a committed relationship tying us all together.
We finished dinner a little while ago and are now settling back in the living room to watch a movie before Jackson goes to bed. I told him we could only watch a movie if he picked something other thanCars.
I like that movie, I really do, but I can only take so much of it. The kid is obsessed.
Kind of like I am with the woman sitting beside him.
As soon as she sat down on the couch after dinner, he was at her side like Velcro. I might be hurt that he likes her so much if I didn’t think it was one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen.
I sit down on Jackson’s other side. Grayson takes the armchair, while Tucker is sprawled out on the floor on Sienna’s other side. I can see him aimlessly tracing his fingers up and down her calf.
The minutes of the movie tick by, and I can’t fight this antsy feeling crawling through me. I want to hold her. Finally, I decide, fuck it.
I lift a sleepy Jackson onto my lap and shift over until I’m right next to her. She smiles up at me when I drape my arm over her.
She shifts slightly, so her head is resting against my shoulder. Jackson turns, so his head is snuggled against my chest. Their foreheads are practically touching.
I have to close my eyes for a second because having them both in my arms like this is almost too much. Too much of something that I know can never really be mine.
I’ve tried to fight it up, but it’s useless. I’m falling for her, hard and fast.
I press a kiss to the tops of both of their heads and catch Grayson’s eye. I expect him to be jealous or worried, but the adoring admiration in his eyes matches my own. He’s feeling the same way I am.
I don’t know where Tucker’s at, but Grayson and I are barreling toward breaking rule number four on the little contract we all signed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sienna
“Good night,”I say, closing the door behind me.
Jackson insisted I be the one to put him to bed tonight, since I was still here. We read a couple of books before his eyes started to flutter closed.
I stand frozen in the hallway with my hand still on the doorknob. There’s just something about that kid. He’s adorable, and I love him already.
I know he doesn’t warm up to many people very quickly, so the fact that he has opened his heart to me so quickly seems significant.
“Everything okay?” Warren’s deep voice comes from behind me.
I turn around, facing him. “Yeah, I’m fine. He’s just pretty awesome.”
His smile is filled with so much love for his son, it makes my heart squeeze in my chest. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says.
I walk into his bedroom to pack up the rest of my stuff into the bag Tucker brought over. Tucker is sitting on the edge of the bed, while Grayson is leaning against the far wall.
My hands are just about to reach for my bag when Grayson’s voice stops me. “Are you really feeling better?”
“I am.” I feel even better now than I did this morning. “I’m tired, but I’m mostly back to normal.”
“Good,” Grayson says before his arms wrap around me, and his mouth crashes against mine.
He kisses me like it’s the only way he’ll get enough air to survive. Each gasp and nip at my bottom lip is filled with desperation.
