Page 10 of Made for Us

It feels like Hunger Games on this plane.

Me:

How many people are left to board?

Christopher:

No one, we are closing the doors now. Your boarding pass has been canceled.

“He’s hilarious,” Gabriella says to me while her fingers go nuts.

Gabriella:

Good, so we’ll fly in our own plane. Bottom line, you still lose.

Christopher:

I really think our family needs to stop producing children. It’s like the Gremlins in here.

Me:

You were one of those Gremlins at one point.

Dylan:

Did you just call my kids Gremlins?

Gabriella:

He did.

Me:

You should kick his ass.

Alex:

I thought I left this group chat.

Me:

Dylan added you back in.

Alex has left the group chat.

Dylan has added Alex back to the group.

Me:

You can run, but we’ll find you.

I toss my phone back in my bag when the car stops, and I look over to see the huge charter plane waiting. The stainless-steel stairs are pushed up against the door, which is open. I see four cars in front of us as various people get out of them. The porters are there with luggage carts unloading the trunks of the cars.

I open the door and step out, squinting with the sun hitting me in the eye. I slam the car door shut at the same time as Gabriella does. “You guys are late,” my uncle Matthew declares, coming over to us.

“How are we the ones late when there are four other cars here at the same time?” I ask him as I walk over to him and give him a hug. “Oh, Uncle Matthew, Gabriella wants to know if there will be condoms given out in our room.” I look over at Gabriella, whose eyes go big. “She really wants to be safe.”

Matthew looks at me and then at Gabriella. “I thought after I survived Zara and Zoe, I would be safe from having a heart attack.” He looks at Gabriella. “She’s joking, right?”

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