Kade – Fallen Crest High Read Online Tijan

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She opened the door, but I called out, “Jax.”

She looked back.

“Your kid’s fine. He’s a good kid. A good head on his shoulders. It’s not something to lose sleep over.”

Seemed those were the right words to say. Some of her panic faded, and she let out a deep breath. “Right. Thanks. That—yeah. Thanks, Mason.”

She slipped out, shutting the door.

I waited until she went up to their patio.

Channing reached for her, pulling her in for a hug. He nodded to me, then pulled his wife inside their house.

I glanced to the backseat, where Sam had quickly decided she was going to lie down. She was too out of it to make sense of what was going on, and I pulled my phone out to snap a quick picture of her—arms crossed over her chest, torso twisted halfway to me, drool pooling on the Escalade floor. Her legs were bent the other way, one of them slipping between her chair and the door.

That was my wife. Adorable in any awkward position.

I backed out of their place and headed home, content to listen to Sam’s snoring. She didn’t wake as I carried her inside and moved through the house. Logan must’ve shut everything down, because all the usual lights were off. With Sam still in my arms, I moved her so I could maneuver a free hand. Checking the security panel, all the doors were locked. Windows too. The house was locked down.

I took Sam to our room, and once I eased her down to the bed, she began to wake up. “Wha—Heather? What…”

I smoothed a hand over her forehead and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “It’s all okay. Go to sleep, babe.”

“But, Mase…” She began to sit up.

I studied her and decided she’d feel better if we did the whole routine for bed. “Okay. Up you go.” I plucked her off the bed and carried her to the bathroom counter, sitting her next to the sink.

Her eyes were so drowsy, heavy bags beneath them, but she held a hand to my shoulder. She’d sobered up enough to know what I was doing.

I handed her the toothbrush and toothpaste. She took them and brushed her teeth without comment. After that, we switched. I gave her some makeup wipes, a warm cloth. Once that was done, she was okay enough to wiggle down.

I handled my own shit, then ducked into the closet to grab what we wore for bed. Having a house full of kids meant neither of us could sleep naked, which was always my preferred way of being in bed with my wife.

The toilet flushed. She used the sink again before shuffling over to me, taking the clothes I held out to her. She dropped them on the bed.

Mumbling something, she removed her pants and pulled her shirt up and over her head. I had to help, but once it was clear of her head, she tossed it to the side. Her bra followed.

Ignoring the clothes on the bed, she reached for my shirt and began tugging it off me. I didn’t help with that, enjoying the attention. She grunted, biting her lip and arched up on her tiptoes until it lifted from my head. She pulled it over hers.

After that, she patted my chest and crawled onto the bed, stopping once to nudge the other clothes to the floor.

“Sam?”

She grunted, crawling the rest of the way to our pillows, where she dropped down on her stomach. She burrowed into her pillow. I waited a second. Soft little snores came from her almost immediately.

I sighed, taking her in. I didn’t move. I wanted to savor this memory, sear it into my brain alongside all those other moments before it and knowing so many more would come after. I never thought I could love her more, but little moments like this taught me that I could because I did. I was wrecked for this partner of mine.

Climbing into bed, I started to reach for Sam, but she was already moving. She crawled to me and curled into a ball, mostly on top of me. I knew she wouldn’t move again until one of our alarms went off or if one of the kids woke us up.

I held her tight as I went to sleep.

Night, Dad.

13

MADDY

Imessed up. I really messed up.

I couldn’t sleep.

I had so seriously messed up.

Throwing my blankets off, I tiptoed over to my desk for my phone. There were no messages from Max.

I checked my social media. There were some private messages from Beltraine and Axel.

I frowned, seeing a notification that Stevie Broudou had left me a message.

I wasn’t going to click on it. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about her. She was also new at FCA with me. We’d been in the same orientation meeting with the principal, and of course I knew her uncle. Brett Broudou was awesome. His niece, though, was a different story. She was weird, but I didn’t know if it was a cool weird, a stay away from weird, or just weird weird.


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