What’s up?”
“Has Stone called you?”
“Not in a few days. Why?”
“He has some new information. He said he was going to call you sometime next week before getting with Jazz.”
I looked at my cousin, hoping he had more information than what we had discussed before. “What do you know?”
Brix shoved his hands in his front pockets. “I think he found the grandparents. I don’t know the details of it, but from my understanding, everything he searched for came back. Just be on standby. Jazz is going to need you through all of this.”
I turned and opened the door. “Thanks, Brix. I’ll wait for his call. As for taking care of Jazz, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“Cool. Cool. Be careful driving. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You too, man.”
We shook hands and then I hopped in the truck, cranking up the heat. Brix ran back up to the house and walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
There were so many things happening in our lives lately, I felt like I was starting to suffocate. I didn’t know how Jazz was going to feel once she found out about her birth family, but she would never be alone. What my wife wanted, she got. No questions asked.
**
“Well, that was interesting.” Jazz laid her head back on the seat.
“I’d say.”
“Do you think your mom was mad because of the way Bray was cursing? Or do you really think her and your dad are fighting? I’ve just never seen her that pissed before. Wait, before you answer,” she held up her hand, “your mom’s heard you boys curse at each other for years. Yeah, she’s always told you guys to stop but nothing this extreme. I mean, come on, B. She was livid.”
I grabbed her hand, bringing it to my lips. “I know, baby. I have no idea what’s going on. It was definitely strange.”
With Brody and Brayden basically living on the road, I had intended to hang out with them a little longer. But after everything was said and done, Jazz and I agreed it was best if we skipped out and headed home. There was no use in making things worse. Obviously, my parents needed space, and we needed to respect their privacy.
The rest of the drive home was quiet. Savanah fell asleep as soon as we got on the road and Jazz wasn’t far behind her. The fog wasn’t much better than it was earlier today, and the snow was coming down at a steady pace. But at least it wasn’t sticking to the roads. Either way, I decided to take my time. Getting Savanah and Jazz home safe was my main priority. I never wanted to think about something happening to my family. Still, with the conditions as bad as they were, you just never knew. If I had to go under the speed limit to get them back in one piece, then so be it. Putting my family in jeopardy wasn’t my style.
Forty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. I grabbed my keys and ran up to unlock the door before going back to the truck for the girls. Jazz got up and helped me carry everything inside. I laid Savanah in the bed, while Jazz made a bottle for in the morning.
When Savanah was tucked in, I hopped in the shower, threw on a pair of pajama pants, and then walked back into our bedroom. Jazz was in the bed sound asleep. I quietly walked across the room and shut off the lights. I armed the alarm and crawled into the bed beside my wife. I pulled her back against my front and wrapped my arms around her waist. Jazz sighed and rolled over, laying her head on my chest.
“I love you, B,” she whispered, nibbling down on my nipple ring.
I grabbed under her arms, moving her body up toward me, and kissed her lips. Jazz didn’t hesitate, allowing my tongue inside her mouth. I deepened the kiss, giving her all that I had, showing her how much I loved her.
Sliding my fingers down her ribs, she squirmed under my touch and threw her leg across my thighs. I rolled over and pushed her back against the pillow, inching my way up her beautiful body. She looked at me with so much desire; it was
“Has Stone called you?”
“Not in a few days. Why?”
“He has some new information. He said he was going to call you sometime next week before getting with Jazz.”
I looked at my cousin, hoping he had more information than what we had discussed before. “What do you know?”
Brix shoved his hands in his front pockets. “I think he found the grandparents. I don’t know the details of it, but from my understanding, everything he searched for came back. Just be on standby. Jazz is going to need you through all of this.”
I turned and opened the door. “Thanks, Brix. I’ll wait for his call. As for taking care of Jazz, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“Cool. Cool. Be careful driving. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You too, man.”
We shook hands and then I hopped in the truck, cranking up the heat. Brix ran back up to the house and walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
There were so many things happening in our lives lately, I felt like I was starting to suffocate. I didn’t know how Jazz was going to feel once she found out about her birth family, but she would never be alone. What my wife wanted, she got. No questions asked.
**
“Well, that was interesting.” Jazz laid her head back on the seat.
“I’d say.”
“Do you think your mom was mad because of the way Bray was cursing? Or do you really think her and your dad are fighting? I’ve just never seen her that pissed before. Wait, before you answer,” she held up her hand, “your mom’s heard you boys curse at each other for years. Yeah, she’s always told you guys to stop but nothing this extreme. I mean, come on, B. She was livid.”
I grabbed her hand, bringing it to my lips. “I know, baby. I have no idea what’s going on. It was definitely strange.”
With Brody and Brayden basically living on the road, I had intended to hang out with them a little longer. But after everything was said and done, Jazz and I agreed it was best if we skipped out and headed home. There was no use in making things worse. Obviously, my parents needed space, and we needed to respect their privacy.
The rest of the drive home was quiet. Savanah fell asleep as soon as we got on the road and Jazz wasn’t far behind her. The fog wasn’t much better than it was earlier today, and the snow was coming down at a steady pace. But at least it wasn’t sticking to the roads. Either way, I decided to take my time. Getting Savanah and Jazz home safe was my main priority. I never wanted to think about something happening to my family. Still, with the conditions as bad as they were, you just never knew. If I had to go under the speed limit to get them back in one piece, then so be it. Putting my family in jeopardy wasn’t my style.
Forty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. I grabbed my keys and ran up to unlock the door before going back to the truck for the girls. Jazz got up and helped me carry everything inside. I laid Savanah in the bed, while Jazz made a bottle for in the morning.
When Savanah was tucked in, I hopped in the shower, threw on a pair of pajama pants, and then walked back into our bedroom. Jazz was in the bed sound asleep. I quietly walked across the room and shut off the lights. I armed the alarm and crawled into the bed beside my wife. I pulled her back against my front and wrapped my arms around her waist. Jazz sighed and rolled over, laying her head on my chest.
“I love you, B,” she whispered, nibbling down on my nipple ring.
I grabbed under her arms, moving her body up toward me, and kissed her lips. Jazz didn’t hesitate, allowing my tongue inside her mouth. I deepened the kiss, giving her all that I had, showing her how much I loved her.
Sliding my fingers down her ribs, she squirmed under my touch and threw her leg across my thighs. I rolled over and pushed her back against the pillow, inching my way up her beautiful body. She looked at me with so much desire; it was
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