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“I know, I heard you,” she smirks, and my cheeks flame a little.
“Damn it,” I laugh softly, standing out of my chair for a moment as I lean across and kiss her, and fuck, I have missed her.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
ARIZONA
17 Weeks
Size of Babies: a Pear
I had been home just under two weeks. I was on constant watch. Making sure I was taking it easy, and Sage made me get a doctor’s note signing me off for a month. Hated that. I was bored. But do you know what I started to do? Study. No one knows, and that’s the way I wanted to keep it. My conversation with Kyra struck a match deep inside of me, relighting my passion for doctoring. It may lead to nowhere, but it may lead to me getting my dream once more.
“Hello,” I hear Keaton's voice float through the room and excitement singes my nerves.
“In the kitchen,” I call back as I load the dishwasher. He rounds the corner with two covered plates, and they smell so good.
“Pumpkin pie and the scalloped corn,” he places it on the oven top then tucks his hands in his pockets.
“Thank you, where is Dad with the turkey?” and he shrugs his shoulders up. They're still not on speaking terms. I am tempted to hire a boxing ring and throw them in it together until they've knocked all the shit out of each other.
“Can you maybe call him?”
“Sunshine,” my dad calls out and I can smell the turkey before I even see it.
“That smells soooo good,” and I know I am drooling.
He places it on the countertop, and I peek a look under the foil. Looks delicious.
“And I have pecan pie,” Amora says, “I hope it's okay, my first thanksgiving and I am so excited,” she places the pie dish down.
“It was agreed I sorted the pie,” Keaton swoops in, lifting her pie dish up.
She furrows her brows, her growing bump pushing into him as she snatches her pie back.
“I put it in the group Keaton,” she snaps.
“Well, I didn't see it.”
Dad is already scrolling up the chat.
“Please, it's fine. There are fourteen of us,” I huff, placing my hands on my hips.
“Fourteen!?” Keaton groans.
“Did you not read any of the group?”
“I did, but I thought it was just our little crowd,” he rolls his eyes.
“Well, Reese wanted to spend it with her mom and dad as well, so Mateo and Liz were invited,” I reminded him softly.
“Plus, my mum and dad,” Amora says sweetly, placing her pie back down.
“It's going to be hell,” he groans, kicking his toe into the floor.
“Stop being a grouch,” I give him a gentle nudge in the ribs, and he chuckles, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in for a kiss on the side of the head which gets a growl from my dad.
“Leave off man,” Keaton moans, dropping his arm from me instantly and I miss it.