“Sienna bought her a gift too,” Zander murmurs.
“So did Nylah.”
“And us,” I chip in, then give him a pained smile. “She’s not gonna hate us for that, is she?”
“No.” Wily rolls his eyes. “Just don’t make too big a deal of it, okay? She really wants this weekend to be about the family, Valentine’s Day and our Christmas. But…” He points around us all. “I am expecting whisperedHappy Birthdaysfrom everyone in this house and I know she’s got tomorrow night all mapped out but we are somehow squeezing in a window of time to acknowledge the fact that she’s the birthday girl.”
We all nod in agreement and then Wily lets out a gruff sigh. “Zan-Man, you can have the necklace with the love-heart pendant.”
“No, I don’t have to take that.” Zander shakes his head. “That sounds too personal.”
“It’s all good. I’ll just buy her another one as a random ‘I love you’ gift. It’ll mean more to her that way.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Wily nods with a grin. “Can’t leave my man giftless on Valentine’s Day.”
“Thank you, guys.”
“I’ll get Jane to make her a card. Chicks love homemade shit.” Wily nods. “And Jane loves making anything artistic. She’s actually really good.”
“Yeah, I saw that pic on Insta.” I point to Wily. “Did she seriously do that painting all by herself?”
Wily’s chest puffs with pride. “Yes, she did.”
“Wow, she’s talented, man.”
He keeps nodding. “She is. And she wouldloveto make Uncle Zander a special card. She doesn’t go anywhere without her art supplies, so I’ll go catch her now and see if she can put something together for you.”
“Just make sure she doesn’t give away the fact that I’m a forgetful loser.”
Wily snickers as he heads for the door. “Don’t worry. She’s my secret-keeper.” He winks just before disappearing back downstairs, and Zander looks at us with a grateful smile.
“Damn, I love you guys.”
Carson snorts. “Save it for Valentine’s Day, bro.”
We all start laughing, but the sound dies in my throat first, because all I can think about is poor Tyrell, stuck on a plane and in airports all day. How the fuck do you make that romantic?
And with a six-month-old too.
Damn, the poor guy.
CHAPTER 17
TYRELL
The plane took off about an hour ago, and Tucker cried from the moment we had to secure him in my lap until about two minutes ago. Poor kid has finally drifted off to sleep, and the unlucky passengers around us can finally stop wincing in our direction.
Shit.
Traveling with a baby can suck sometimes.
Gazing down at my sweet boy, I stare at his little lips, finally parted and relaxed as he rests in my arms. He’s so tiny, it’s hard to imagine that one day he’s going to grow into a young man. Will he be as tall as me? Broader? Stronger?
I’m fascinated to see how he develops, watch his little personality form, figure out what he’s into.
Will he play football?
