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“I would say,” she agrees, while I walk to her and put my hands on her hips.
“Do you want to have dinner at my house tomorrow?” I smirk, and she pushes me away.
“No.” She turns to walk away from me, but I grab the loop in her jeans, pulling her back to me.
“My brother is right.” I wrap my arms around her waist.
“About what?”
“Me staying here and not paying.” My hand is flat on her stomach. “First thing I need to do is get the girls to decorate their rooms.” She doesn’t say anything. “Then slowly we start leaving things there until it’s all there.”
“B-but,” she stammers.
“You go in tomorrow, and we’ll get rid of anything you don’t like,” I tell her. “Couch, bed, fridge, don’t give a fuck. You don’t like it, it’s out.”
“That’s crazy. I’ve been to your house before.” She turns in my arms. “It’s perfect. A little bachelor but?—”
“You come in and make it a home,” I say. “It’ll be our home.”
“With our kids, apparently,” she jokes.
“With our kids,” I agree. “Also, you should know that after that phone call, my family will be coming down.”
“What?”
“It’s their way of getting to know you and the girls. Making sure we know if we need them, they are there.”
“I’ve been around your family before.” She chuckles. “I just haven’t done it as, you know.”
“The girl I love.” The minute I say that, she almost stomps her foot.
“Dammit, can you let me say it once?”
“No.” I bend to kiss her lips. “I think we do a sleepover at my house this weekend.”
“Okay.” Her voice is soft as I start to walk her over to the couch, my mouth attacking her. “Have to make a list”—she fumbles with my shirt to get it off me—“of the places we have to do it in your hou?—”
“Our house,” I cut her off, “it’s going to be our house. And I can tell you right now, there isn’t a surface in there that won’t be used.” I fall on the couch. “Also, I already have my list.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
dakota
The doorbell rings, and the girls spring out of their seats on the couch to run to the door. “Don’t open that door,” I tell them when they disappear into the hallway. I nervously look over at the clock and see they’re early.
“Oh my God,” I mumble. “Don’t freak out.” I take deep breaths as I walk toward the front door. Every single step feels like there is concrete in my shoes.
“It’s Justin,” Rain announces, “and Caroline.”
My heart speeds up when I hear this. “Christopher,” I hiss up the stairs, waiting for him to stick his head out of my bedroom, but he doesn’t and the front door is opened.
“Hey,” Justin says, stepping into the house and squatting down in front of the girls to give them hugs.
“Would you let us in?” Caroline pushes Justin out of the way a bit, stepping in from the cold, followed by Zoe and Viktor.
“Girls,” I urge softly, “let them get in, please.” They walk back to me at the same time as Christopher decides to grace us with his presence.
“Hey, you guys are here,” he says, jogging down the steps, his hair wet from his shower, and I want to inwardly cringe. Nothing says I just had sex with your son like him coming down with wet hair.
