We had a ton of people to help, but it was still a ton of work.
It had also been a wedding. So, obviously, I’d danced myself dizzy and imbibed a drink (or many).
Therefore, I was glad my mom and dad were how my mom and dad were. They’d sense we were exhausted, feed us and set us on our way.
I shouted, “We’re here!” when we got inside.
Knox dropped Jacques into the melee of dogs that came to greet us and walked me in, holding my hand.
No delay in making our statement, then.
I smirked with satisfaction, but only inwardly.
The thing was, when we got to the living room, my parents weren’t around but Dream and Byron were cuddling on the couch.
We stopped and at least I stared at them (since I was staring at them, I didn’t know if Knox was…I asked later, he was).
“Your dad and I are in the kitchen! Be right out!” Mom shouted.
“Ohmigod, you’re coming out too,” I whispered.
“It isn’t to steal your thunder or anything,” Dream said warily.
I ignored her. “Have they seen you? Have you already come out?”
“Mom nearly started crying,” Dream said.
I smiled huge at her.
She examined me like she’d never seen me.
“I hate your mom disappeared in Mexico, bro,” Byron said to Knox. “But, don’t think I’m a dick, I’m glad to know that’s what happened and I’m not losing my touch.”
Bro?
“I get it. No problems, man,” Knox replied.
“You get a hug for your help in a minute,” I told Byron instead of giving him shit for calling Knox “bro.”
I did this before I skirted the coffee table (and the dogs that followed me and Knox in) and pulled Dream out of the couch.
I then dragged her to the foyer (and some of the dogs came with).
“Luna, what on earth?” she asked.
“Have you done it?” I whispered.
She rolled her eyes.
“Well?” I pushed.
“He hasn’t left my house since Wednesday.”
“Ohmigod,” I panted.
“So yes, we’ve done it. And he has strong fingers due to all that keyboard action.”
I scrunched my nose.
