Page 91 of Sweet Chaos
Her smile told me that I’d finally gotten it right. What she didn’t know was that I had no intention of letting her tell Sienna on her own. We were in this together, and I’d never been one to shirk my responsibilities, so I would be right by her fucking side when she told Sienna about us. I already knew it was going to be a shit show. I knew that Sienna wouldn’t take it well. But she’d just have to get over it.
No way in hell was I giving Scarlett up. She was mine, and I was hers, and it was just that fucking simple.
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“Ican’t believe he’s four months old already,” I told Remy, tickling Kai’s belly. He kicked his legs and gave me a gummy smile. I wiped the drool off his chin with a cloth then smoothed my hand over the blond hair on his head.
“I can’t believe it either. He’s getting so big. He keeps outgrowing all his clothes.”
“That’s what babies do. They grow up, don’t they?” I cooed, holding out my finger for him to grasp.
“I want him to stay a baby forever,” Remy said wistfully.
I gave her a little smile and sat back on my heels, my gaze drifting to the glass doors as Shane and Dylan came out of the house, their dishwashing duty fulfilled. Sunday barbecues at Shane and Remy’s had become a weekly thing now. They were both cool with me and Dylan being together. For the most part. Although Remy did advise me to tell Sienna before she found out another way. Which I planned to do next Saturday when she came to Costa del Rey.
Something like this couldn’t be done over the phone. It had to be done face to face. I was dreading it but even if Dylan and I broke up tomorrow which I really hoped we didn’t, it was still wrong to keep this from Sienna.
Regardless of the consequences, I wanted my relationship with Dylan to be out in the open. My biggest fear was that my parents would see us together and report back to Sienna. So, I needed to get it all out there before that happened.
Remy checked her phone for the time and stood up. “It’s bath time for Kai.” Remy had him on a strict schedule and bath time was our cue to say goodnight to him.
Dylan swooped Kai up into his arms and nuzzled his neck. “Hey little buddy. See you soon.”
I watched him holding his nephew and stood up, brushing the grass off my shorts. I rubbed Kai’s back and gave him a kiss on his chubby cheek before Dylan handed him to Remy.
“Ready?” he asked me, spinning his key chain around his finger.
I nodded, jamming my feet into my flip-flops, my hand slipping into his as we said our goodbyes.
The sun was setting but it wasn’t dark yet when we drove away from Shane and Remy’s house, so I slunk low in my seat, my bare feet planted on the dash.
A warm breeze floated through the open windows, bringing with it the scent of Dylan and the sea. He reached for my hand and clasped it in his. I lifted it to my lips and kissed his scarred knuckles then lowered our hands to my lap and traced my finger over the tattoos on his hand. The skull. The rose. His tattooed fingers.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this happy.
“Do you need ice cream?” he asked, glancing over at me before his eyes returned to the road.
“Maybe. Are we binge-watching Netflix tonight?” We were cool like that.
“None of thatRiverdalebullshit though.”
“Secretly, you love it,” I teased. He didn’t.
He parked in front of the convenience store, and I hopped out of the car and met him by the glass entrance doors. We cruised the aisles, stocking up on junk food and microwave popcorn and stopped in front of the freezer section. I debated over the ice cream flavors, my brow furrowed like I was trying to come up with a solution for global warming.
“Need some help, Starlet?” He wrapped his arm around my middle and kissed the side of my neck. I leaned my back against his chest, playing eeny, meeny, miny, moe with the ice cream flavors.
I tapped my chin with my index finger. “I can’t decide between Caramel Choo Choo and Chubby Hubby.”
He snickered at the names, reached inside the refrigerator and grabbed both tubs of ice cream. He handed them to me then grabbed two more random flavors for good measure and strode to the counter.
“This is excessive. I don’t need all of these,” I said, taking two of the tubs off the counter to return to the freezer.
“Ring up all four,” he told the guy, taking the ice cream out of my hand and setting it back on the counter with an exasperated sigh. None of this was unusual behavior for us. I was always trying to be more frugal, Dylan was always insisting that more is better. We’d grown accustomed to these little tussles.
“Fine. You win,” I said like I was doing him a huge favor.
