Page 81 of His Last Chase
I dropped my bag, ran across the hall and flung the door open.
“Welcome home, Chase!”
I screamed and jumped back, and Daddy laughed. So not funny.
Henry and Jamie giggled and hugged me. “Look at your new playroom.”
“My playroom?” And there it all was. My shelves and collectibles. But there was so much more added to it. Cars and blocks and a big, huge fluffy bear cave bed thingy. “Daddy?”
“Another gift we owe Easton for. Once he confirmed with you that you planned to move in here, he helped me get your things.”
Just then I heard the front door open.
“Ah, the rest of the surprises are here.”
Everyone left the room, but I stayed behind. My eyes filled with tears as I took in all my Daddy had done for me. “Spidey!” I hollered as I traced the decals on the walls. Daddy had all my favorites in one place in the home I now shared with my favorite person in the world.
What had I ever done to deserve this man or his love?
“Daddy, look, it’s my friend David!” Henry shouted and I went out to the living room when I heard my best friend’s name.
“Hey, little man,” David hugged him. “It’s great to see you.” David went around and introduced himself and Jordan to Henry and Jamie’s Daddies.
Where had they hidden? They weren’t in the room when I opened the door. Or were they?
“Daddy David, what are you doing here?” Henry asked him.
“Chase is my best friend, and his Daddy told me you guys would be here so I came to see you. Is that okay?” David was so good with him, no wonder he knew how to handle me.
Henry’s head bobbed up and down and he took David by the hand and dragged him over to Jamie. “This is my friend Jamie. Jamie, this is Daddy David.”
“Hi, Daddy David.” In typical Jamie fashion, he threw his arms around David.
Jordan stood beside him smiling. “Henry, Jamie, this is my boy, Jordan.”
“Are you a little?” Jamie asked Jordan.
“I’m not, but that’s okay. Guess what?” Henry and Jamie’s eyes were glued to Jordan, the suspense too much for their hyper little bodies to handle as they anxiously shifted from foot to foot. “I made you guys a special lunch today.”
“Yay!” they cheered, and my mind wandered to the prep he must’ve done on Rhone’s bus on the way back, which at second glance was still parked out front. But no Rhone or Ely were present.
Henry and Jamie took off running laps around the living room, their Daddies desperately tried to catch them until Jordan released a shrill whistle that brought them to a dead stop.
“He’s a little scary,” Jamie tried but failed to whisper to Henry.
“Little bit,” Henry agreed. “But he made us a special lunch.”
“Jordan, enough,” David warned. “You’re scaring the boys. Let’s bring lunch in.”
“Need an extra set of hands?” Henry’s Daddy Mitchell asked.
“Yes, please.” David, Mitchell, and Jordan walked out to the bus.
I found Daddy in the kitchen and planted a big kiss on his lips.
“What was that for, Songbird?” Daddy held me tight, and I snuggled in.
“Because I love you more than I ever thought possible.”