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knew he wasn't alone in his relief. “I've got soup and bread bowls in our kitchen if you boys don't feel like cooking."
"We'll do dishes,” Michael promised. He was willing to pay the usual price for the meals they mooched if it meant buying them a little more time with Poppy and guaranteeing they would all be with her when she met their family the first time.
"Are there any chocolate chip cookies?” Cody asked, and was frowned at by their mother. “What? I'm not begging for cookies, Mom. Poppy just likes chocolate and after the past few days... Hell, I'll make her some tonight."
"Quit cussing,” Mary advised, and patted his cheek. “I'll take some out of Paul's stash in the freezer for your Poppy. Oh, and make sure she knows she can change her room however she wants. A girl needs her own space, remember that boys. Supper's ready whenever she is."
Michael closed the door and locked it. Their mother could still enter through any of their rooms, which connected with Poppy's, but he knew she wouldn't. Privacy mattered, at least it had since the last raid for dirty magazines and beer before Cody's eighteenth birthday. It was why the house was so big and the doors locked. All the doors, even, maybe especially, in the laundry rooms.
"Think Poppy needs help?” Michael asked, and his brothers’ grins matched his as they headed for the bathroom.
Poppy opened the door before they could and stepped out, already dressed in jeans, a turtleneck and one of Trevor's plain, black sweatshirts. “It's like three cats stalking a canary."
"Pretty bird,” Trevor said, with a big grin, fingers at the hem of the plundered shirt. “I know you like this because it's baggy, but I gotta’ say I love seeing you in my clothes."
"Yeah, well, I was cold too,” she answered, crossing her arms defensively over her belly. Michael looked to Cody and they backed away before defensive went further. “And too hungry to be in the mood for any of those grins, so just put them away for now."
"Hell, sweetheart, we'll feed you first,” Cody promised. “Is there anything special you want? Mom has chicken soup over in her kitchen and invited us for dinner, or we could make something. Michael re-stocked on groceries before we left. They'll understand if you need some time to settle."
"Supper with your parents is fine.” It was the only answer she could think of and after she said it she knew it was the right one. If she waited she'd be more nervous when the time to meet them finally came.
Truth be told, she was very curious to see what kind of people stayed in a plural marriage for decades and raised such incredible children. Steven's parents were long dead when they began dating so she'd never dealt with meeting a boy's or man's parents. Before she could get more nervous she let Cody walk her out, Michael ahead, Trevor behind, sneaking touches as often as possible and defusing the seriousness she might have placed on the meeting.
The house was a beautiful wonder. With ceilings high in the middle giving way to an open second floor Cody explained held offices, playrooms and guestrooms, everything seemed open. There was also a basement that housed a bar, gym, and a third kitchen for Mary's canning they would show her later.
The next area was a big, beautiful commons full of heavy leather furniture and a massive stone fireplace that reached the ceiling. Flanking it were windows letting in a constant flow of nature with no curtains or blinds to interfere. Next, was a formal dining room, two dozen chairs around the table, and extra ones around buffets. More closets and two bathrooms later, the floor plan duplicated to what she'd already seen, but the wood was warmer with framed pictures of wild life and family decorating the space.
Michael stopped at the closed door, the kitchen she assumed from the smells, and turned to face her with open arms. She laid her head on his chest, Cody still at her side, Trevor cuddling from behind.
It was the
"We'll do dishes,” Michael promised. He was willing to pay the usual price for the meals they mooched if it meant buying them a little more time with Poppy and guaranteeing they would all be with her when she met their family the first time.
"Are there any chocolate chip cookies?” Cody asked, and was frowned at by their mother. “What? I'm not begging for cookies, Mom. Poppy just likes chocolate and after the past few days... Hell, I'll make her some tonight."
"Quit cussing,” Mary advised, and patted his cheek. “I'll take some out of Paul's stash in the freezer for your Poppy. Oh, and make sure she knows she can change her room however she wants. A girl needs her own space, remember that boys. Supper's ready whenever she is."
Michael closed the door and locked it. Their mother could still enter through any of their rooms, which connected with Poppy's, but he knew she wouldn't. Privacy mattered, at least it had since the last raid for dirty magazines and beer before Cody's eighteenth birthday. It was why the house was so big and the doors locked. All the doors, even, maybe especially, in the laundry rooms.
"Think Poppy needs help?” Michael asked, and his brothers’ grins matched his as they headed for the bathroom.
Poppy opened the door before they could and stepped out, already dressed in jeans, a turtleneck and one of Trevor's plain, black sweatshirts. “It's like three cats stalking a canary."
"Pretty bird,” Trevor said, with a big grin, fingers at the hem of the plundered shirt. “I know you like this because it's baggy, but I gotta’ say I love seeing you in my clothes."
"Yeah, well, I was cold too,” she answered, crossing her arms defensively over her belly. Michael looked to Cody and they backed away before defensive went further. “And too hungry to be in the mood for any of those grins, so just put them away for now."
"Hell, sweetheart, we'll feed you first,” Cody promised. “Is there anything special you want? Mom has chicken soup over in her kitchen and invited us for dinner, or we could make something. Michael re-stocked on groceries before we left. They'll understand if you need some time to settle."
"Supper with your parents is fine.” It was the only answer she could think of and after she said it she knew it was the right one. If she waited she'd be more nervous when the time to meet them finally came.
Truth be told, she was very curious to see what kind of people stayed in a plural marriage for decades and raised such incredible children. Steven's parents were long dead when they began dating so she'd never dealt with meeting a boy's or man's parents. Before she could get more nervous she let Cody walk her out, Michael ahead, Trevor behind, sneaking touches as often as possible and defusing the seriousness she might have placed on the meeting.
The house was a beautiful wonder. With ceilings high in the middle giving way to an open second floor Cody explained held offices, playrooms and guestrooms, everything seemed open. There was also a basement that housed a bar, gym, and a third kitchen for Mary's canning they would show her later.
The next area was a big, beautiful commons full of heavy leather furniture and a massive stone fireplace that reached the ceiling. Flanking it were windows letting in a constant flow of nature with no curtains or blinds to interfere. Next, was a formal dining room, two dozen chairs around the table, and extra ones around buffets. More closets and two bathrooms later, the floor plan duplicated to what she'd already seen, but the wood was warmer with framed pictures of wild life and family decorating the space.
Michael stopped at the closed door, the kitchen she assumed from the smells, and turned to face her with open arms. She laid her head on his chest, Cody still at her side, Trevor cuddling from behind.
It was the
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