Page 88 of Always Yours

“One day, someone will. Whatever woman captures your heart will be very lucky,” I say softly.

“Thanks grandma,” he says. Just then, his stomach growls loudly, causing me to laugh.

We head over to grab some food and snacks before everyone takes a seat. We watch a bunch of kid’s movies that probably make the adults laugh more than the kids.

Being here with all the kids makes it a perfect night. Having Nick here makes it even more wonderful. His grandkids are constantly in his arms; it will be a miracle if he ever puts them down.

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The next morning, we wake up before the kids. They were all up late, so hopefully it will help them sleep in. The rest of us get up and head towards the kitchen.

A few of the brothers and their Old Ladies are here already and, when I see a hungover Katy and Krista, I can’t help but laugh.

“Did you girls have fun?” I ask with a smirk.

“A little too much fun. If I ever, and I mean ever, tell you I can do a cartwheel; please just remind me that my body isn’t what it used to be,” Katy says, wincing as she adjusts herself in her seat.

“I think we have all been there,” I say grabbing some coffee.

“Oh, do tell. What have you done when you were drunk but thought you were invincible?” Krista asks, looking more alert than she was a second ago.

“Well, there was this one-time that Sasha and I had gotten pretty drunk. The boys were only a few years old, and I needed a night off. I told Sasha I could pole dance, even though I had never tried anything like it before. Well, let’s just say the fall on my head was more reminiscent of a breakdancer than a pole dancer,” I say, cringing at the memory.

Sasha barks out a laugh. “Well, not only that; she flicked her boot off her foot and hit Stone right in the face with one and Blake with the other. I swear, they had boot prints on their face for days after that.”

“They didn’t need to know that,” I say while laughing. Even after all these years, it’s still embarrassing.

“Did you all enjoy your night off?” I ask as more people come into the room.

“It was just what we needed,” Crash says with a grin.

“Now I have the energy to do this,” Ella says as she drags something into the room.

I walk over in curiosity as she moves it into the middle of the main room. Olivia is on the other side of it helping her push.

“What are you ladies doing?” I ask with a laugh.

“Oh, it was just this thing I wanted for the club. These are a bunch of shelves for the back of the bar that I think will look nice once we get all the liquor up there. Then there are some organising shelves and whatnot for under the bar. I hate that it was so unorganised before. This way, we won’t have to wait twenty minutes for the prospect to find the tequila,” she says and turns to glare at the prospect behind the bar.

“Why didn’t it get made before?” Sasha asks curiously.

“Well, we asked the men to do it and they said it wasn’t high priority and they will get to it when they get to it,” Ella says in a deep voice.

I chuckle. “Yeah, sounds like them.”

“I figured, who needs men? We can do this on our own. We don’t need a penis to do this shit,” Olivia says as they start opening the box.

The men watch in amusement as Ella and Olivia use manicure scissors to slowly open the box. They are going painfully slow. When Ella turns to look at me and winks, their end game of this little performance occurs to me.

“Well, we need to find the instructions, ahh here they are. Looks like we need some extra supplies. I have no idea what this stick thingy is,” Ella says, moving the paper over to Demi.

Demi looks at it with narrowed eyes.

“It looks like an important tool… good thing I grabbed Crash’s tools,” she says while dragging a box to the mess in the room.

“Oh good, if we can’t find it in there, I have Torch’s,” Camilla says, bringing in a sparkly pink toolbox.

“That is not mine!” Torch shouts in horror.

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