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Indie: I can’t believe you never told me you married Ameline.
Gabe: Who else did you tell, Lyric?
Lyr: Our sisters, brothers . . . some cousins. Piper kind of knew, but now she’s pissed at you just like the rest of us.
Gabe: I’m upset at myself too, but let’s focus on what matters. Can either one of you help me tonight?
Lyr: What do you need?
Gabe: Ame’s niece is staying with us while her mom is in the hospital. However, her baby brother is in the PICU. I’d love it if either one of you could stay with Cora for the night so Ame and I could be there.
Indie: (lets out a heavy sigh)
Lyr: We’ll both do it, but you need to fix your shit with Ame.
Indie: What she said.
Gabe: Thank you. I love you both.
Pocketing my phone, I head inside my parents’ house. But I barely take a few steps before I freeze. “Knock on the fucking door,” I hear from the living room. Turning, I find Dad butt naked on top of Mom.
I almost spin on my heel, jump in my car, and never come back. However, I can’t do that. Not before I have a long conversation with them. “That’s my mother you’re . . . Ugh, just get dressed, father. I’ll be waiting outside.”
Stepping back outside, I find Jude in front of me. What the fuck is he doing here?
“You know what I hate the most about you?” I ask.
“That I’m more handsome?”
“Nope. You’re always two minutes behind,” I groan, glancing toward the door.
He gives me a puzzled look and then glances at the door before he smirks. “Did you catch them naked again?”
I nod. The asshole laughs. “Look at the silver lining: our parents won’t get divorced any time soon. I mean, at their age, they’re still having sex pretty often.”
Our father then bursts through the door. “How many times do I have to say it? Knock on the fucking door.”
Jude lifts his hands in surrender. “Hey, I just got here.”
Dad snorts dismissively. “Would’ve been you if it wasn’t him,” he grumbles. “Didn’t my text make it clear? I’m home.”
“Yes, that’s why I’m here,” I say. “To see my loving parents.”
“Kiss ass,” Jude mumbles.
“No,” Dad barks. “It meant, ‘Don’t come to the house. I’m having quality time with my woman.’”
“You mean our mom?” Jude smirks at him. “I don’t think I appreciate the way you refer to the lady. First and foremost, she’s my mother. But we’re here, and now you need to let us in.”
“You’re so disrespectful,” Dad says, moving away from the door so we can enter.
“It’s good to see you, Old Man.” Jude pats his back.
“Hey, Dad,” I greet him, but I’m not sure if I want to stay since Jude is here. When we step in, Mom is sitting in the living room watching us.
I wave. “Hi, Mom.”
“You boys shouldn’t be here,” she says.
