Risking Fate(16)

Hour 3- R u okay? Text me back before I am too drunk to understand you.-Ty

I rolled my eyes and thought about what to say.

I hope Lady Gaga is teaching them about proper attire and how to be respectable little children. If you are drinking, I will cut off your balls.- <3 M

I don’t think ten seconds had passed before my phone chimed with a message.

Cut away cause my super sperm already made two boys at once-Ty

We decided to go out for dinner. See you tonight. - <3 M

I put the phone back in my pocket and ignored the immediate phone calls coming in. Savanna gave me a curious look while she continued to drive. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I told him we weren’t coming home until way later. He is pretty much freakin’ out.”

We both started laughing.

I never doubted Colt or Ty’s ability to babysit. They were both excellent fathers, who, enjoyed spending time with their kids. Colt and Noah were very close and he even took him out on the ranch to work with him when he didn’t have school.

Ever since Noah and Bella’s fiasco with the horses, we had to keep a better eye on them when they were together. We were pretty sure they had learned their lesson, but we could never be too careful.

We pulled up at the house and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were no children running around and nothing was on fire. I never expected to walk into what we saw as we opened the door to the house. On one couch was Colt, sound asleep with Christian on his chest. He was snoring lightly and never even stirred as we shut the door. On the loveseat were Noah and Bella. They were side by side and sleeping as well. Ty was sitting in the recliner smiling up a storm.

We tiptoed into the house and went right into the kitchen. I felt arms around me even before I sat my purse down. “Thought you were going to dinner?”

“Thought you Duct taped the kids.”

He leaned down and gave me a kiss and then laughed as he pulled away. “You should have been more worried they were going to Duct tape us. You know how they are when they start scheming.”

“Yeah, just like their fathers.” Ty slapped me on the ass for that one.

Van was getting something out of the fridge and laughed at the two of us. Ty leaned down and spoke quietly in my ear. “I missed you.”

I kissed him on the cheek. “We were only gone for a little while.”

He shrugged and sat down at the table. “I know.” He turned his attention toward Van. “What are you making me?”

“I’m not making you shit!” She teased.

“Well, can you at least get me something to drink?”

She turned around and put her hands on her hips. “Tyler Mitchell, you are not disabled or a guest. Anyone that can walk into my front door without knocking is not considered a guest. Get your ass up and get it yourself.”

He stuck his bottom lip out. “Pleeeaaasssee?”

His begging was pathetic.

She reached in the refrigerator and tossed him a bottle of breast milk. “This is all I have to offer.”

We both knew there were other things to drink, but I laughed at her gesture.

“I heard this tastes good.” He said confidently.

“If you drink that I swear to God I will throw up.” Savanna put her hands back on her hips and looked intently at Ty.

He looked from me then back to her. “Dare me to drink this?”

“Miranda and I have known you too long to dare you to anything. Give me the container!” Savanna reached for the bottle of breast milk and Ty moved it out of the way.

“I’m doing it!”

“Wait! You can’t drink my breast milk, Ty. It’s just….well it’s just weird. Tell him Miranda.”

I shook my head, but couldn’t stop laughing. Van looked like she was going to throw up. I knew that I should have been offended, but for some reason it was more funny than anything. She had such a weak stomach as it was, so this was definitely going to make her hurl. Colt came walking into the kitchen and without even asking, he pretty much knew what was going on.

“Dude, you dare me to drink this breast milk?” Ty held it up for Colt to look at.

Where I thought Colt would get upset, he got a grin on his face and started laughing. “I will give you twenty bucks if you can drink that whole four ounces.”

“Colt! What the hell?” Savanna was astonished.

Ty looked to me. “Baby, I need your permission. Want to make twenty dollars?”

I was pretty sure I was already peeing myself, even before I nodded and watched the little plastic bottle touching his mouth. As it hit his lips it started to come back up. He sat it on the table and closed his eyes. “Oh God, it’s so gross.”

“You ain’t gettin’ twenty bucks unless you finish it,” Colt added.