Page 91 of Make Us Yours
We immediately made a plan of action for when we would arrive. We switched up our seats so that Em and Grey would be seated closer to the front of the plane. Then when they got off, they would head over to the hospital right away, while we’d collect their luggage and Gracie, who is currently seated on Sam.
Originally, the plan was for all of us to go home and rest since it’s nearly one in the morning. But now we’ll all be heading back to Greyson’s place and waiting around until they get back.
Sam had offered to watch Gracie for the night so that we could all go home. But we’re a family and all want to be there for Emma and Greyson in any way we can, even if it’s just as moral support or making sure they have food.
The instant the seatbelt signal turns off, Emma bolts out of her seat along with Greyson. He grabs their carry-ons and waits for the flight attendant to open the door. A minute later they’re walking out with Greyson mouthing a‘thank you’to us as they leave from view.
Once we’re all off the plane, having collected our luggage and made our way to the parking lot, we pile into our cars and head over to Greyson and Emma’s place. A little over thirty minutes later, we arrive at our destination and walk inside.
Sam and Cecilia go up to Gracie’s room to set down the kids for the night while we all stand around in the kitchen, unsure what to do next. There’s a somber mood settling in the room. We all know what’s about to happen next, and we all know the next few days won’t be easy for this household.
I look around at Morgan, who’s cuddled up against Clay; she looks exhausted. I walk over to them and place my hand on her shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you guys go take one of the spare rooms? Get a few hours of rest. We’ll wake you when they come home.”
“Are you sure?” She seems reluctant to sleep when something terrible is happening to our friends.
“Yes, Morg. There’s nothing we can do right now but wait. It’s the middle of the night. Go rest, you need it too. I want my future niece or nephew to be healthy.”
That puts a small smile on her face. “Okay. But wake us up the minute they arrive.”
“We will. Promise,” I reassure her as they head up the stairs.
“You and Cecilia can take my old room as well,” Aubrey offers Silas.
“You’re not going to sleep?” he asks.
“I’ll just crash on the couch. It’s a king-size bed. It would be stupid for me to take it alone and have you two on the couch instead.” She lifts a shoulder with a soft smile.
“Okay. Thanks, Aubrey. I appreciate it.” He hugs her, then turns to me. “Same rule goes for us. When they arrive, let us know.”
“Will do, Cap.” I smile.
He chuckles with a head shake, then heads up as well, just as Cecilia stands at the landing. She smiles sadly and waves goodnight. A second later, Sam strolls down the steps, his hair ruffled and clothes crinkled. He stretches his arms above his head as he yawns.
“Sam, why don’t you head home? You’re probably excited to have a day off and away from us,” I tell him, feeling bad for the poor guy.
“Nah, it’s okay. Surprisingly, I actually like you guys. And I love the kids, so it’s a win-win.” He winks at me.
I laugh quietly. “We like you too, Sam. But you deserve a day off. We aren’t going anywhere for the next twenty-four hours. So, you might as well take advantage of it. Go sleep, then see your family or friends. Go on a date, or even just spend the day lounging around at home. You can come back after tomorrow.”
“Are you sure? I feel guilty leaving.” He scratches the back of his head.
“We’re sure,” Aubrey steps in. “Emma doesn’t like getting emotional in front of people, even us. She definitely won’t want you to see her crying. We’ll be here to take care of Gracie. But you might be needed for the whole week once you come back. So, take the day off we’re giving you.”
“Okay, yeah. I’ll head out. But tell them I’ll be back Wednesday morning.” He hugs us both, then waves to the two dead men on the couch as he walks to the door.
I turn to face Aubrey as she’s checking her phone. “Anything?” I know it hasn’t been long, but we never know.
She shakes her head. “Nothing yet.”
“You should take the couch in Em’s office. It’ll be much comfier than the armchair. I’ll take the baby monitor. I slept the whole flight over, so I don’t plan on sleeping.”
“Okay, I’ll keep my sound on just in case Grey texts.” She hugs me and wanders off down the hall.
I pick up the monitor from the kitchen counter and go over to the living room, where Noah is already asleep on a recliner and Gabe is lying down on the couch. I thought he was asleep, but now I see the blue-tinted light reflecting on his face as hescrolls through his phone.
I place the baby monitor on the coffee table and crawl over Gabe, lying over his body as he closes his phone and places his arm around me. I look up at him and kiss his jaw, watching the smile spread on his lips before he gazes down at me and caresses my lips with his.
We’ve all gotten really close over the last two weeks. Spending every moment of the day with them has been wonderful, and I’m realizing more and more how wrong I was about them. They’re so caring and attentive to me. They dote on me around the clock, and I’m gobbling it all up.
