Craving Absolution
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“I think it went good, don’t you?” she asked sleepily, her body already relaxing into mine.
I looked around the yard filled with people.
Dragon and Grease were bullshitting by the horseshoe pits Cameron had begged me to build after we’d moved in. I hated them because all I could see every time I looked at them was one of my little girls impaling themselves on one of the posts.
My sister was yelling at the group of kids that had just come running around the corner of the house, their faces red with guilt.
Vera and Gram were sitting at the picnic table in the grass with Poet and Slider, our youngest, Lily, on Slider’s knee. I wasn’t surprised she was sitting with her grandpa instead of running around with the rest of the hellions. The girl was born a watcher; she preferred to stay on the sidelines instead of being in the thick of things, exactly the opposite of her sister.
Where the fuck was Cecilia?
I looked around the yard and finally found her standing with Leo and Brenna under one of the trees that peppered the property.
“Three feet!” I bellowed, startling Farrah, who must have already fallen asleep on my lap.
The yard grew quiet as I stared at Cecilia until she finally turned to look at me in exasperation.
“We’re standing here with his mother!” she yelled back.
I almost laughed when I saw how hard it was for her to keep her cool.
“I don’t give a good goddamn if you’re standing there with the pope! Back the fuck up!” I snarled. That little prick better move before I put my boot in his ass.
She threw her hands up and took an exaggerated step back before turning her face back toward Leo.
Fuck.
Farrah giggled into my throat, and my chest grew warm. “You embarrassed her.”
“Don’t care.”
Everyone was still glancing our way in amusement, waiting to see what I’d do. Shit. Like they hadn’t done the same exact thing when their daughters started dating. I knew for a fact that Poet had knocked the shit out of Dragon when he found out Dragon had knocked up Brenna.
Speaking of knocked up . . .
“Got an announcement!” I yelled, feeling Farrah’s body tense against me. She still hated being the center of attention. “Farrah’s pregnant!” I raised the beer bottle in my hand in a toast, and then finished it off in one go.
“Crazy fucker!”
“Congratulations!”
“Whoa.”
“Seriously?”
“You just couldn’t hold it in, could you?” Farrah whispered, kissing the side of my neck.
I leaned down to kiss her but stopped, my eyes growing wide as Cameron called out quietly from the back door, “Trix is too.”
My head snapped toward where Dragon had been standing, but he was already stomping toward the house with Brenna close behind, trying to catch him.
Oh shit.
I looked around the yard filled with people.
Dragon and Grease were bullshitting by the horseshoe pits Cameron had begged me to build after we’d moved in. I hated them because all I could see every time I looked at them was one of my little girls impaling themselves on one of the posts.
My sister was yelling at the group of kids that had just come running around the corner of the house, their faces red with guilt.
Vera and Gram were sitting at the picnic table in the grass with Poet and Slider, our youngest, Lily, on Slider’s knee. I wasn’t surprised she was sitting with her grandpa instead of running around with the rest of the hellions. The girl was born a watcher; she preferred to stay on the sidelines instead of being in the thick of things, exactly the opposite of her sister.
Where the fuck was Cecilia?
I looked around the yard and finally found her standing with Leo and Brenna under one of the trees that peppered the property.
“Three feet!” I bellowed, startling Farrah, who must have already fallen asleep on my lap.
The yard grew quiet as I stared at Cecilia until she finally turned to look at me in exasperation.
“We’re standing here with his mother!” she yelled back.
I almost laughed when I saw how hard it was for her to keep her cool.
“I don’t give a good goddamn if you’re standing there with the pope! Back the fuck up!” I snarled. That little prick better move before I put my boot in his ass.
She threw her hands up and took an exaggerated step back before turning her face back toward Leo.
Fuck.
Farrah giggled into my throat, and my chest grew warm. “You embarrassed her.”
“Don’t care.”
Everyone was still glancing our way in amusement, waiting to see what I’d do. Shit. Like they hadn’t done the same exact thing when their daughters started dating. I knew for a fact that Poet had knocked the shit out of Dragon when he found out Dragon had knocked up Brenna.
Speaking of knocked up . . .
“Got an announcement!” I yelled, feeling Farrah’s body tense against me. She still hated being the center of attention. “Farrah’s pregnant!” I raised the beer bottle in my hand in a toast, and then finished it off in one go.
“Crazy fucker!”
“Congratulations!”
“Whoa.”
“Seriously?”
“You just couldn’t hold it in, could you?” Farrah whispered, kissing the side of my neck.
I leaned down to kiss her but stopped, my eyes growing wide as Cameron called out quietly from the back door, “Trix is too.”
My head snapped toward where Dragon had been standing, but he was already stomping toward the house with Brenna close behind, trying to catch him.
Oh shit.
