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“Yes, let’s get some dinner,” my mother redirects, getting up. “I ordered food.”
Dylan gets up first, coming over to us. “Don’t think I’m going to let you off easy,” he says to Tristan, who gets up, not letting go of my hand. “You still slept with my sister.”
“Yeah, not easy to swallow,” Michael teases. “Welcome to the club.”
We all laugh as they hug Tristan and me before walking into the kitchen. “How you doing?” I ask him, and he just smiles at me.
“Like a weight has been lifted off my chest,” Xavier says for him, and I roll my lips. “You’re a dick.” He points at Tristan. “I’m not talking to you. Do you know what it was like on the plane for three hours?” I can’t help but laugh at him. “It’s all fun and games until you’re keeping the biggest secret from your in-laws.”
“Thank you.” Tristan slaps his shoulder and squeezes, but he shrugs it off.
“Fuck you,” he grunts, going to the kitchen, and I look down and laugh.
“Are you okay?” Tristan asks, and I look up at him.
“I wasn’t the one in the hot seat,” I remind him, and he just smiles slyly.
“As long as you’re okay, I don’t give a shit what they do to me,” he admits as he lets go of my hand. Instead, he pulls me in for a hug. My arms wrap around his waist, and I just lay my head on his chest.
“Is this your lucky shirt?” I ask, looking up at him but still keeping my arms around him.
“It’s the shirt that we, you know,” he says, smirking as he pushes the hair away from my face. “So I guess it is my lucky shirt.” He cups my face and then kisses my lips. I close my eyes, enjoying his lips on mine.
“They are making out in the living room!” Dylan yells. “She’s already with child, so I don’t think they can make it worse.” I laugh and put my head forward as Tristan kisses my forehead.
I finally let my hands slide from his waist as we walk into the kitchen and eat dinner. We only stay for an hour since everyone wants to get back home, so instead of leaving at ten like we planned, we leave at eight.
The plane ride back home is more hectic than the one coming here since we borrowed Uncle Matthew’s plane, and all of us are aboard instead of just the two of us. I sit down on the couch, and Tristan sits next to me. My hand rubs my stomach as we take off. “Why don’t you lie down,” Tristan suggests, and I just shake my head.
“I’ll be fine,” I reassure him, and ten minutes later, I close my eyes for a second and only open them when the plane bounces down when we land. My head is on Tristan’s shoulder as he has his arm wrapped around my shoulders, keeping me in place, “I guess we’re home?” I ask.
“We are,” he confirms as I sit up and stretch my arms and my back before getting up. We are the last two on the plane. He lets me go first, and I see everyone walking toward their respective cars. “See everyone tomorrow,” Chase says, and everyone mumbles the same thing.
“Make sure you take care of my sister!” Dylan orders, and Michael pushes his shoulder.
He slips his hand in mine, and I don’t question it or read too much into it. “Are you okay?” he asks as we walk over to his car, and he opens the passenger door for me.
“I’m not going to lie,” I admit, “I’m really hungry.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Cheeseburger,” I answer him honestly, “with fries and ketchup.”
“Your wish is my command,” he replies, and all I can do is smile before getting in the car. He stops at a drive-through, getting me a burger and fries. When he drops me off, he just looks at me. “Do you want to come to my house tomorrow night so we can tell Penelope?”
I nod my head. “That sounds good,” I tell him, not wanting the night to be over but knowing I have to let him go. I get out of the car and wave behind me as I walk into the house. Luckily, Gabriella is out, and when I wake the next morning, she is already gone.
I’m getting out of the shower when my phone rings from my bedroom, and I run in to answer it, seeing it’s Tristan. “Hello,” I answer right away.
“Hey, it’s me,” he says, and I can hear he is in the car.
“Hi, you.” I smile when I hear his voice.
“I just left practice. Do you want me to swing by and get you?” he asks, and I can tell something is bothering him from his tone.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” I say softly. “Is everything okay?”
“Not really, but I’ll talk to you about it when I see you.”
