Wrapping Up(7)

I pushed him away from me and reached my arms out for Miranda. She was laughing and shaking her head. “He found a station that played all Christmas music. For the past six hours it’s all I’ve heard. Not to mention, he sang every single song at the top of his lungs, even over the boys screaming in the backseat. Did you know my husband knows every single word to Feliz Navidad? He even turned down the volume and sang. Just imagine how awful it was?”

I’d heard Ty’s attempts at singing. Colt had been gifted with a beautiful voice, but Ty, not so much. I started to laugh just imagining him belting out the lyrics to that song while Miranda smacked him with everything she could to get him to stop. “I would have threatened to walk the rest of the way.”

“I did. He didn’t believe I would do it, so I had reverted to sexual favors.”

“Oh my God, while the kids were in the car?” Nothing would shock me when it came to the two of them.

Miranda gave me a dirty look. “Of course not!”

“You never know with you two.” We both laughed and headed into the kitchen with the other women. The table was already filled with pies that the ladies had made before they came. My kitchen was big, but not big enough for all the women to crowd inside of.

Colt’s mom leaned into my shoulder. “Are you sure you want to do this here? We can bring everything over to the main house.”

I gave her a wide eyed smile. “I’m sure, but thank you. You know I appreciate everything you’re doing to help out.”

She came over and hugged me. “I love you so much. You’re the only daughter I will ever have.”

If I could have picked one mother-in-law out of every mother in the entire world, I would have chosen Colt’s mom. She was the most giving and honest woman I knew. She loved her family and did everything she could to make sure everyone was happy. “Thanks. I love you too.”

Ty came in the kitchen carrying yet another dessert. He winked at me as he sat it down and pointed to it. Right in the center was a spot where the plastic wrap had been ripped open. Upon further inspection, he began to laugh. “You don’t want to know.”

I knew he was referring to that movie where the guy had sex with the pie. I rolled my eyes. “Keep it up and I will feed that shit to Sam.”

“I worked so HARD on it.” The way he said the word hard made his aunt and mother-in-law turn around and give him the evil eye. My mother just shook her head and rolled her eyes. She’d known Ty for too long to take anything he said serious.

Commotion caught our attention as we made our way out to the living room to greet Ty’s parents and Conner. I felt bad that he had to ride with them the whole way. I can’t imagine the conversations and how bored he must have been. He came right in and started hugging everybody, finally getting to me last. “Hey there hot stuff, how you feelin’?”

“Good, still a little tired. How are things with you? Are you seeing anyone?” Conner needed a woman.

He smiled and looked around the room. “You know I can’t kiss and tell.” He walked away with a wink and left me more curious.

Before I knew it, the house was filled with all kinds of commotion. The kids were running around like maniacs while the little ones were being passed around like hot potatoes. The twins were the cutest little boys and I wanted to stop entertaining everyone so I could have a turn with them.

Bella grabbed one of them and began lugging him around. She was so petite that it was hard for her to carry him. Miranda went running to his rescue and grabbed the poor baby up. “Bella, you know you are not allowed to carry your brothers around.”

“But I wanted to play house with Noah and they were going to be the kids.” She looked thoroughly disappointed with her hands on her hips.

Ty came walking over. “Iz, what did your mother say?”

She put her little head down and headed up the stairs, without a baby. “Okay, Daddy.”

Miranda was standing next to me as Ty came up behind her, burying his head into her neck. “Who needs turkey when my wife smells like this. Sometimes I could just eat her skin.”

She giggled and pushed him away. “Ty, cut it out. They already think all we do is have sex.”

“So what? I think that’s pretty freaking awesome.” He would have thought that, considering that half of his brain was attached to the head of his penis.

I gave him a dirty look and started to walk away. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back. “Don’t forget about my pie. I made it myself. I want to watch you eat it.”

“Is that supposed to make me want to eat it? I’m not getting near that.” There was no way in hell I was eating a pie that he made, and had poked a hole in.