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I awoke to the gentle rhythm of breathing on either side of me, the familiar warmth of two bodies nestled close. Hannah and my mom had stayed the night, their presence a comforting balm after the chaos of the previous evening.
The fight that had erupted last night had left me shaken, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and guilt. Knox and Wes had both tried to talk to me, their voices echoing through the closed door of my room. Their parents had eventually dragged them away, their apologies and explanations fading into the night. I was grateful for the silence, the solitude. Eric had to carry me to my room, my legs weak and unsteady from the shock of what I’d witnessed.
Throughout the night, sleep had been elusive, my mind replaying the events over and over. Did I cause that fight? The question haunted me, a ghost whispering in the darkness.
The sight of Hannah and my mom, both sound asleep in my bed, brought a small smile to my face. Hannah’s arm was draped over me, a familiar gesture that brought back memories of simpler times. My mom was facing the window, her back rising and falling with each breath. I watched as she stirred, turning to face me.
“Mornin’ suga”,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. She reached out, taking my hand in hers and pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles.
“Hi, momma,” I replied, my smile tinged with gratitude. I loved having someone to share my bed with, the presence of another person always made me feel safe.
“Those two finally left you alone. You fell asleep as soon as you hit this bed. It took them a while and a lot of convincing to leave the doorway,” she said, her voice muffled against the back of my hand.
“I was really tired. It hit me when I was in the cab on the way home. I’m so happy you stayed with me, mom,” I confessed, moving closer to her. As much as I loved Hannah, there was something uniquely comforting about having my mom with me.
My relationship with my mom had always been close. She was my rock, my confidante, my biggest cheerleader. She’d supported me through everything, the good and the bad. We shared everything, our bond unbreakable.
“Anything for you, sweet pea. What am I going to do with you? Causin’ two best friends to fight over you!” she teased, her voice light. But I could see the concern in her eyes, the worry that lingered beneath her playful words.
The fight had shaken me, the violence and anger coming out of nowhere. I was still reeling, the shock of it all refusing to fade.
“It came from nowhere? It’s just… like… how?…. why?” I stammered, struggling to articulate my confusion.
A soft knock on my door interrupted our conversation. “Baby doll, can I come in? I just- what are you doing here?” Knox’s voice shifted from sweet to sharp in an instant.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Wes retorted, his voice cold.
“Boys, that’s enough,” Delilah and Stella’s voices echoed from the hallway, their words sharp and stern.
I turned to my mom, my eyes pleading. I didn’t want to see either of them. She understood, nodding before slipping out of bed and heading for the door.
“You two need to give her more time, she’s just a little shocked at what happened last night. She just doesn’t get where it all came from? She’s confused as to why you went all MMA fighter on each other!” I heard her say, her voice firm.
I could almost see the glares from the three mothers through the wall. I lay there, Hannah’s arm still around me, wondering how she’d ended up here. Did she know what had happened?
“Grandma, is Alex in her room? Is she awake? Can I go see her?” A small voice piped up from outside my door, and my heart melted. I could use one of Adam’s hugs right about now.
“Adam, get your cute little butt in here!” I called out, my voice echoing through the room. The door opened and I heard the patter of small feet as Adam ran towards my bed. I sat up, pulling him onto the bed and settling him down next to me.
Eden and Noah followed suit, clambering onto the bed and snuggling close. I shifted closer to Hannah, making room for the three of them. Having the three musketeers in bed with me and Hannah was more than enough.
I kissed each of them on their heads, lying back down as they shuffled closer. This was exactly what I needed. Love. These three always gave me some.
I closed my eyes, a content sigh escaping my lips. Adam’s voice broke the silence, his words soft and sweet. “You’re pretty, Alex.”
I pulled him closer, a smile spreading across my face. “Thank you, Prince Charming. You’re very handsome.”
I could feel the weight of their gazes on me, and I turned towards the door. I wish I hadn’t.
Knox and Wes stood there, their faces a mess of bruises and cuts. I sat up, my gaze darting between them, my smine fading, I gasped, my nan nying to my mouth. UN MY GO?? with shock.
I mumbled, my eyes wide
They both stepped forward, their hands outstretched, their mothers trailing behind them. “Baby doll,” “Sweetheart,” they said in unison. My hand was shaking, my mouth agape.
Oh my God.
I fought back the tears, my throat tight. I watched as a single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek. They both stepped forward, their hands outstretched, their mothers holding them back.
“Baby doll,” “Sweetheart,” they said in unison. My hand was shaking, my mouth agape. I could only stare, the reality of what had happened finally sinking in.
My breath hitched, uneven and ragged, as if a panic attack was lurking just around the corner. I stared at them, my gaze darting back and forth in disbelief. How could they do this to each other? Why?
Every eye in the room was on me. I felt Adam shift beside me, rising to his feet. His hand, gentle and warm, cupped my face, his thumb brushing away. my tears.
He bent down, pressing a kiss to each of my eyelids. “Don’t cry, Alex. I’ll kiss it better.” His words coaxed a laugh from me, a bright spot in the midst of my silent tears. He was just too adorable.
“Thanks, Adam… Why can’t you be my age? I would’ve married you by now,” I joked, earning a giggle from him before he plopped back down beside me.
I leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead, then turned back to face Knox and Wes. Their eyes pleaded with me, but all I could think about was the drama they’d stirred up in my life, especially Knox.
“Get out, both of you,” I said, my voice quiet but firm.
That’s when you know I’m really pissed. When I’m animated, you can calm me down after a while, but when I’m angry and calm on the outside, you’d better run-fast.
My emotions were a whirlwind. First shock, then guilt, then sadness, and now anger. I lay back down on my mattress, pulling Adam close. The others snuggled up to us.
That’s when I noticed Hannah was awake. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, scooting closer until we were spooning.
“I got you, girl,” she whispered in my car. Another tear slipped down my check, and my mom walked over to me.
I hated being me in that moment. I just hated it.
She rested her hand on my head, her gaze soft as she looked down at me. After years of my father’s harsh words, she could read my emotions better than I could. She knew me like the back of her hand.
“I love you, Alex. I love you so much, sweetheart.” I needed to hear that. I needed to let it all out. But I didn’t want the little ones to see me cry like this.
I smiled up at her, pulling the duvet up to my chin and making sure the kids were comfortable. She kissed us all and left the room, ushering the others out.
I didn’t look at them. I didn’t want to. I was so done with their bullshit.
After we all fell back asleep and woke up to the sound of our stomachs growling, we decided to take the kids downstairs for some food.
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