A mischievous smile spreads across Chloe’s beautiful face.

“What?” I ask.

“What about Eli?”

I shake my head shooting her idea down, “Bros before hoes.”

“I think you should try.” Chloe looks over to MacKenzie, probably gauging her reaction to creating a plan that could possibly hurt her brother. Her face is neutral, no worry etched on her face.

“I think I need a drink.”

Chloe walks over to her fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine.

“Oh great,” MacKenzie put her hands on her hips. “Nothing good can come from that bottle but I’m damn glad I’m not breast feeding anymore.”

MacKenzie walks over and takes the glasses that Chloe is pulling from the cabinet. She places them on the table where we’re working and fills them with white wine. Thankfully, I have nowhere to be tonight so I can drink and, worst case scenario, Jackson can drive me home or I can crash on the couch.

Two diaper cakes, two diaper babies and two bottles of wine later, the three of us are feeling no pain at all.

MacKenzie stumbles into the living room and face plants on the couch. She lies there for a minute not moving and I’m not even sure she’s breathing until she starts giggle uncontrollably.

“I love you.” MacKenzie announces.

I look over to Chloe and snicker, “Who do you love, weirdo?”

“You.”

MacKenzie rolls and when she does she rolls right off the couch. Chloe and I start laughing as MacKenzie lays on the floor pouting.

“Help me.”

I shake my head. “Nope, you’re better off there.”

MacKenzie hasn’t drank much at all lately because of Ryder and Olivia so between the three of us finishing off those bottles she’s pretty much tanked. I don’t drink much either and I’m feeling pretty good, I don’t have a care in the world. My past isn’t trying to become my present.

“You’re the worst sister-in-laws ever.” MacKenzie whines.

I set my now empty wine glass on the living room table, get on my hands and knees and crawl over to her on the floor. Chloe follows suit. I lay my head on MacKenzie stomach and Chloe lays hers on mine.

“This is sad.” Chloe says as she starts cackling again.

“You’re sad?” MacKenzie asks.

I shake my head at my sister-in-law. “No idiot,” I say laughing. “She said that this is sad.”

Jackson comes into view, although he’s upside down. He clears his throat. “You three are sad.” He says chuckling.

“Hey!” The three of us say in unison.

Jackson sits on a black leather recliner across from us. “What? It’s the truth. I came home to put Alex up to bed and come back down to find three of my favorite girls lying on the floor looking half asleep with silly smiles plastered on your faces.

Suddenly MacKenzie sits up straight, causing my head to fall into her lap, “Mason has super sperm, Jackson.”

Jackson sits back in the recliner and groans. “I don’t care about my brother’s sperm.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better my brother has sexy sperm.”

Jackson scrubs his face with his hands. “Let’s not talk about sperm at all.”

Chloe sits up and crawls on all fours over to her husband. Jackson’s eyes turn into liquid before he reaches down and pulls Chloe onto his lap.

“I wanna go home.” MacKenzie complains.

Jackson looks over at his sister and shakes his head. “Let’s go little one. I’ll drive you home.”

MacKenzie attempts to stand and falls over several times. I roll over on my stomach and lay my head on the plush carpet, suddenly feeling very tired.

“How much did you girls have to drink?” Jackson asks.

Chloe yawns, “Two bottles.”

Jackson scuffs, “That’s it?”

Chloe throws a pillow at him but misses and hit MacKenzie square in the face.

“Hey.” She says after pushing some of her hair out of her face.

“Sorry.” Chloe says laughing.

“She’s not sorry.” I say, laughing as well.

Jackson swears, “You’re all light weights.”

The three of us grunt a response.

“You need a ride too, Jay?” Jackson asks. He has to pick up MacKenzie and throw her over his shoulder.

“Can you carry me too?” I yawn. “I’m too tired to move.”

Chloe throws a blanket at me and I grab the pillow she threw at MacKenzie. “She’s staying the night.” Chloe tells Jackson as I drift off into nothingness.

Nothingness changes into fear and panic as the memories hit me hard once again. I lay on the floor in Chloe and Jackson’s living room, counting to ten to calm myself down. After a while I don’t hear anyone which is good because how would I ever explain this to them? How would I explain a monster under my bed when I’m a grown adult?

I fold the blanket and put the pillow back on the recliner and go about collecting my things and heading home, not wanting to face them in the morning if they did in fact hear me.

20

Two more weeks.

Just two more weeks until I’m back on a plane and on my way home.

“Pay attention, ass**le.” Mason yells at me from the pitcher’s mound.

I can’t get my head into the game. I’ve got too much going round in my mind and nothing I do is stopping my thoughts from wandering to Jaylinn and how the club is doing. I haven’t been able to check in with Eli as much as I want since we barely get any down time.

Standing, I take off my helmet and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand. I’m tired, hungry, and it’s blazing hot today. I also did something to my elbow when Martinez ran into me coming home. I threw the ball to Paul, the second baseman, and I felt something pull in my elbow at the same time Martinez’s helmet connected with it.

“What’s going on with you?” Mason gripes. He’s pissed because I’m not giving him the signals I know what he wants, but I’m trying to keep from using my left arm as much as possible.

I shake my head, unsure of what to tell him that will make him back off. “Sorry, bro.”

It’s late in the afternoon and thankfully nothing is planned tonight so we have some free time. I need this time to rest my body and clear my mind. I want to call and check in with everyone. I really want to find out how Jaylinn is doing. Since it’s only Mason and I that are away I don’t have a f**king clue what’s going on with her back home. I’ve tried asking Mason about her in a roundabout way but he gives me nothing.