Page 47 of Only You
I look over at Kellan and then Cason and Raegan before we all burst out in laughter.
“Oh, this is funny?” Remy asks, looking pretty damn amused with a smile on his face.
“Hilarious, actually,” I say, wrapping my arm around him and kissing his temple. “You thought you were the bossy one.”
“You may own that school, but Phillip is definitely the boss of this house,” Cason says, casually kicking his feet out in front of him with a happy little smirk.
Remy just huffs, and I think I fall even more in love with him. Speaking of that... it’s getting really hard to wait for him to say that out loud before I do. I keep nearly slipping up and just saying it.
I want to scream it.
But even though he swears there’s nothing I can do to push him away, I can’t bring myself to get over that fear. I actually brought it up in a meeting last week because it’s been weighing heavily on my mind.
I mean, no, it doesn’t make me crave any substance or anything, which honestly is surprising. In the past, any small hiccup or irritation would lead me on a bad path. But it’s not like that with Remy.
I know without a doubt I never want to go back to that. And I’m happy. Truly happy. So happy that my biggest problem right now is not telling the man I love just how much I love him so I don’t freak him out.
What a problem to have, right?
Phillip walks into the den, all innocent, like he hasn’t kicked every single one of us out of the kitchen today, grabbing one of the olives from the nice little snack tray he prepared, then plopping down on Kellan’s lap.
“Everything okay?” Kellan asks, looking nervous.
“Yeah, of course,” Phillip says, waving him off like he’s not a total Thanksgiving monster. The guy loves holidays, that’s for sure. Always making sure that each holiday is absolutely perfect for the kids. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Because your head has been spinning around an awful lot today,” Cason quips, grabbing a pickle and snapping off a bite without a care in the world.
Kellan glares at him, and Phillip looks horrified. “What?” he asks, his voice all high and squeaky. “It has not.”
“It so has,” Raegan adds with a little cackle.
Phillip looks genuinely shocked, which makes it even funnier. “Look, I just like things a certain way.”
“You’re bossy on holidays,” Braylen says, coming out of nowhere to join in on the conversation.
“Just because I like things done a certain way...” Phillip starts, and Keiran comes down the hall—he must have heard the conversation because even with his Kindle right in his face, he doesn’t miss a beat.
“Your exact way or get out of the kitchen.”
Phillip shrinks a little bit at that and bites on his bottom lip, his eyes on Kellan. “Am I really that bad?”
We all wait to see what Kellan is going to say because honestly, the guy is not good at lying. He just smiles easily, and I realize right before he speaks that whatever he says isn’t going to be a lie. “You’re perfect.” He kisses his nose, and we all groan.
Cason rolls his eyes. “You two are gross.”
“We are,” Kellan says proudly, but he’s not looking at Cason. He’s not looking at anyone else but Phillip. “You know, I was going to save this for after dinner.”
“Ew, if you’re going to make out, please, for the love of God, go somewhere else,” Cason complains.
Remy just chuckles softly next to me.
“Nah, not that. Not yet,” Kellan says with a wink, his eyes still on Phillip, who squirms a little in his lap. He has no idea where this is going, but I think I know. It’s something I’ve expected to happen for a while. “Phillip, let’s get married.” I hear a soft gaspfrom Remy, but my eyes are locked on the couple next to us. As are everyone else’s.
“We’re already engaged?” Phillip says like it’s a question, his eyes all wide like he’s shocked. And I know that technically Kellan did ask him right after the court date to marry him, but I’m not sure they told anyone else.
And I haven’t heard them discussing wedding plans since then.
“Not really. I want to set a date. I want to make it happen and soon.”
