Page 137 of Pucking Tangled
Mia was still tucked against his side, sleeping.
He glanced at the clock.
Shit.
“Baby,” he murmured, brushing her hair off her cheek. “Wake up.”
Mia groaned and buried her face in his chest. “No.”
“I’m gonna be late.”
“For what?”
“Mandatory PR training. Remember?”
She pulled back just far enough to glare at him. Her hair was a mess, her eyes barely open, and she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “You’re the one who kept me up,” she muttered.
Waylon smirked. “I don’t recall you complaining.”
Mia tried to shove him, failed, and just let her arm flop across his chest again. “Five more minutes.”
A sharp knock hit the door.
“Come on, man. Seriously. Put some clothes on and let’s roll. Casey’s mom made us breakfast to go. If you’re not out in five, I’m eating yours,” Luca threatened from the other side of the door.
“Hannah made breakfast?” Mia perked up as Waylon untangled himself from her.
Waylon grinned, leaned down, and kissed her quickly.
He barely had his pants zipped and was pulling a shirt over his head when someone knocked again.
“Hey,” Casey called through the door. “Food’s ready. Mia’s dad is trying to figure out if ‘breakfast tacos’ are really a thing. Also, the moms are asking where Mia is. So…like…sooner would be better than later.”
Mia scrambled upright, wide-eyed. “Breakfast tacos?! My mom’s in the kitchen?!Like right now?”
Waylon grabbed a clean pair of shorts and tossed them to her with a cocky grin on his face.
Mia pointed at him. “You’re so smug for someone who’s about to walk downstairs with sex hair and two moms who noticeeverything.”
Waylon shrugged. “You’re assuming I’m embarrassed or ashamed.”
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun.
“I told your mom last night that we had a custody schedule. I’ll just tell her it was my night with you.”
“You will not!” Mia poked his chest, then gave him a playful shove.
Downstairs, the kitchen was chaotic—as usual.
Luca was arguing with Mia’s dad about the definition of a breakfast taco.
Owen was filling travel mugs with coffee, while the moms wrapped tacos in foil for the guys to take with them.
Waylon grabbed two from Mia’s mom and gave her a hug. “Thank you.” His voice cracked and his chest ached. Why couldn’t his own mother be more like this?
Lainey paused and looked up at him. “You’re family now, in case that wasn’t clear. And we take care of our family.”
Emotion grew thick in Waylon’s throat. He didn’t trust himself to reply to that, so he just nodded instead.
