Tucker
you shit and fell back in it wait till she sees what i’ve got
Trevor
You pricks are all focused on the wrong thing I got Mariah the best gift
Titus
If my kids’ first words are shit, prick, and asshole, I’m blaming each of you, and no one will be the favorite uncle.
Walker
I DIDN’T SAY A SINGLE BAD WORD.
Tobias
That’s because you’re too busy YELLING everything.
Mom
If you boys are going to fight over Marybeth and Mitchell, I guess we’re going to need some more babies to keep the arguing to a minimum.
Walker
Seen at 5:04
Tucker
Seen at 5:04
Trevor
Seen at 5:04
Tobias
Now that you ran everyone else off, I’ve got something I want to talk to you about. Give me a call.
30
Tobias
“This feels weird.” Brooke stands next to me at the island in my parents’ house, looking over the portion of my family attending tonight’s dinner. “Why are your brothers being so quiet?”
“They’re trying to avoid being noticed, because without Titus and Mariah here to distract her, they know my mother’s going to start thinking about how single they are.” I give her a grin. “And there’s only so many brilliant, beautiful runaway brides to go around, so she’s going to have to get creative. For some reason, they don’t seem to think it will benefit them.”
So far, my mother is two for two, so the odds she’s not going to strike again aren’t in their favor. It’s not a matter ofifshe’s going to meddle in their lives. It’s a matter ofwhen.
It’s going to happen, I’m just not sure who she’s going to set her sights on next. Walker is the least likely, even though he’s the oldest. It’s possible he hasn’t told my mother he’s digging up the past, but I doubt he wouldn’t give her a head’s up. And I don’t see her trying to add a romance into that mix.
Tucker is the youngest, and while he would be the easiestto put on the path of tripping over a woman, he will also be the most difficult to keep from tripping over a few more.
So maybe my money’s on Trevor.
That’s going to be a shitshow, and I’m kind of excited I’ll have a front-row seat for it.
“Come on, everyone.” My mother claps her hands before waving them around the piles of pasta and platters of roasted vegetables lined down the island. “Let’s get this to the table.”
