Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“I wish we’d kind of worked it out earlier that we had something real. The last three years could’ve been spent together,” I say.
“And then where would we be? Would you have gone to Franklin U for law school instead? What about Kit in Virginia?”
“If you had realized how much you loved him sooner, he never would’ve left.”
Prescott shakes his head. “Let’s not think about that.”
“Because you’ll want to kick yourself?”
“Exactly. The important thing is we’re all here now. We have an amazing future ahead of us, and we’ll never be apart again.”
“You know, unless I’m out scouting new talent or tending to an athlete’s PR problem.”
“Or Kit and I need to train one of said athletes and they live out of state.”
“Or if my family call me back to Chicago or New York with some kind of emergency, only for it to be that one of my cousins has come out as straight, and they all think it’s the end of the world.”
Prescott laughs. “Hey, I want to go with you for that intervention. But no matter what, the lives we’ve chosen have given us the freedom to be there for each other when we really need it.”
I lay my head on his shoulder. “I will always need you two.”
“Good. Because we both plan to stick around.”
Below us, Kit gets out of the pool and towels off.
I nudge Prescott. “Quick, he’s getting out already, let’s go prep—”
The apartment buzzer sounds, letting us know someone’s wanting to be let up.
“Motherfuckers,” I hiss. “My family is here early.”
Prescott chuckles. “Of course they are. They’re so much like my parents. Let’s make a pact. We hold off letting your parents and my parents meet for as long as we possibly can.”
“Deal. And when that day finally happens, you and I can disappear and leave the parentals with Kit. He had terrible parents, so he can have ours to make up for it seeing as he had a traumatic childhood and ours were full of unconditional love and support by overbearing parents.”
“It really was the worst,” he says.
The buzzer sounds again.
“They’re so impatient.” I quickly dress so I can go let them in.
“It was the closest Super Bowl in history,” I argue. I might hit the dining table a little too hard because the cutlery next to my plate clatters. “That’s what makes it the best.”
“No way,” my brother exclaims. “New England versus Seattle, 2015.”
“How dare you take Tom Brady’s side,” Dad sneers at Pey.
Pop turns to Kit and Prescott. “The boys learned early that whenever debating the best football stats in history, they can’t include any games their dad played. It’s like those ones never existed.”
“Help us settle this,” Peyton says. “Let’s vote.”
Pop leans in closer to my boyfriends. “We also learned to never take sides.”
“We’re out,” Dad says.
I glance at Prescott and Kit with pleading eyes.
“We agree with Brady,” Kit says for the both of them.
My brother’s face falls. “Hey, wait, that’s not fair. He gets two obligatory votes to my one.” He turns to his partner. “What if—”
Levi cuts him off. “You’re not allowed to invite a third into our relationship just to even out the numbers for when you and Brady have a disagreement.”
“But—”
“Not going to happen,” Levi says and shoves a fork full of food in his mouth.
“Can Prescott and Kit only get one vote between them?”
I grin at my brother. “If we do that, then it’s still a tie. This way, I win. Always. So no.”
“I was fully supportive of this relationship until now.” Peyton folds his arms.
“If you can’t tell, Peyton is a really sore loser,” I say.
“He gets it from his dad.” Pop points to Dad. “Uh, that one. Not me.”
“Speaking of losers,” Dad says to Peyton, “how do you think your team will hold up this year?”
Peyton was so close to being a starting quarterback in a Super Bowl game last season. They were one playoff game from making it to the big show, but in an upset, Carolina scored a touchdown in the last few minutes of the game, putting them in the lead and stopping Arizona in their tracks.
“Ouch,” Peyton says.
“Don’t worry, Pey. You still smashed all of Dad’s rookie records.” I smirk, and Peyton fist-bumps me.
“That’s why Brady’s going to be my agent,” Peyton says. “Always has my back.”
“I have always had your back.” Dad’s offended tone is one of those things where if you know him, you know he’s only pretend offended, but to outsiders, it might sound sincere.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Prescott eating casually, probably used to the chaos that is families, but Kit’s head is ping-ponging back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match.
He’ll get used to them. Eventually.
“How about a subject change,” Pop says, his voice over-the-top upbeat. “What are your plans now that you’re all in LA?”