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“Tonight, I’ll text you updates throughout, I promise.”
He stopped, his arm pulling me to him. “You better,” he said sternly. “Please,” he added.
“Hey, you two, get in here! You skipped out on us last night and we all stayed up. Mom has brunch ready, and we are all starving waiting for you,” Harrison called from behind me.
I turned to look at him, freezing when I saw his clean-shaven face.
“Harry . . . what the hell?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, my face is cold, get your asses in here.”
Elliot broke out in laughter as Harrison turned away and went back into the house. He took a step before I did, pulling me towards the house. The moment we entered everyone cheered, my mom being the loudest clapper in the room. Elliot jumped and turned towards them.
“Elliot!” My mom clapped her hands together in front of her. “The show last night . . . was just . . . wonderful!”
“Thank you, Janet . . . I . . .” he stopped, his brow twitching as he turned to look at me.
“Oh,” my mom grumbled, waving her hand in front of her, reaching out for Elliot’s shoulders pulling him in for a hug. “Jamie told us last night, we’re just happy she finally told us.”
“Well . . . I figured after she screamed my name last night, but it’s still weird to hear you call me ‘Elliot.’” He hugged her back, his eyes on me as I passed them heading into the kitchen.
“Would you rather us call you ‘Daxton’?” Harrison asked, his fingers gently touching his smooth chin.
“No . . . no . . .” Elliot fumbled. “I’d prefer ‘Elliot.’”
“I still think it’s comical that Daxton is your middle name. I need proof.” Jillian chuckled.
“Can I still call you Uncle Daxton? Daxton sounds cooler than Elliot.” Killian came up to him and grasped onto his hand, gently tugging on it.
Elliot knelt down to Killian, meeting him at eye level, “You can call me whatever you want. But only you and Phillip.”
Killian grinned and wrapped his arms around his neck. Elliot returned his hug, melting Jillian and my heart just a little bit more.
“Well, brunch is ready, and I want to hear all about Elliot.” My mom clapped her hands again, gaining everyone’s attention. She turned towards the kitchen, and mostly everyone followed to helpher transfer the food to the table. “Where’s your band?” she asked Elliot as he grabbed the stack of plates.
“Most likely still sleeping at the hotel. I’d be sleeping too if Jamie hadn’t woken me up.” Elliot chuckled.
“Excuse me, you wokemeup,” I corrected him. “I met his brother last night.”
“Your brother!” My mom’s voice was filled with more excitement than necessary.
“Yeah, Jacob surprised me last night. He has never seen me play. He . . . uh . . . wasn’t too happy about me selling our dad’s company.” Elliot pulled out my chair and waited until I was sitting to take the seat next to me.
“You father . . . Graham Whittaker?” My dad asked, taking his seat at the head of the table.
Elliot nodded. “I was wondering if you were going to put that together.” He laughed.
“It took me a bit longer than planned, but I figured it out. I knew your father briefly—amazing architect, and man.”
Elliot pinched his brow. “You knew my dad?”
“We met once at a conference, maybe ten or so years ago.”
“Sounds legit. He dragged me to a few of those when I first started getting my degree in business. I wonder if we ever crossed paths there.” Elliot filled his mug with the fresh coffee that Holden placed in front of him, then he filled my mug.
I took a look around the table, noticing there was absolutely no creamer. Knowing Elliot would want creamer in his coffee I stood and left, coming back moments later with the vanilla creamer, before adding it to his mug. I sat back down and smiled over at him, before I was rewarded with a light kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
