Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Matty blinked a few times before he blew a breath out of his nose. “Did Dad tell you about him? Wells?”
“Nothing productive, or even true, I’m sure. We aren’t speaking currently. I’m very upset with the way you and Wells were treated. I’m upset with Laurence too.”
Matty nodded. “He’s perfect, Mom, Wells is.”
She smiled, leaning in as her blue eyes sparkled. “Is he handsome?”
“Beautiful,” Matty gushed, his heart beating so hard. “I love him. I love him so much it hurts.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. I want that for you. For all of you. Avery found that early with Jace, and it pleases me to no end now that you have found it too.”
He looked away, guilt flushing through him. “I’m scared of what people will think when it comes out.”
“Matty, come on, does it really matter? At the end of the day, who are you really worried about? Them or Wells?”
The answer was easy. “Wells.”
“Then why are you even entertaining what other people could think?” She smiled, patting the back of his hand. “You’ll learn with age that no one matters more than the person who knows everything about you and still loves you.”
“He does,” Matty answered after a moment. “He loves the good and the bad.”
“Then why in the world are you worried?”
That was a great question.
He just wished she had been the one to find them instead of his father.
Because Matty might have fucked everything up.
But maybe, just maybe, he could fix it.
Twenty-Six
The Haverbrooke home was just as big as Wells remembered it.
And though his hatred for the home was great, he still couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it. He knew it wasn’t a love-filled home like his and Wren’s parents’ home, but he appreciated that it had molded Matty into the man he was. Wells was curious on the inside. Would it be cold and sterile, or would there be little bright spots? He wasn’t sure, but he desperately wanted to know.
Which surprised him a bit.
Pulling his gaze from the home, he looked back down at his phone where he was playing a game. He had already been waiting a couple of hours for Matty’s parents to return. According to the butler, Mr. Haverbrooke went out to get Mrs. Haverbrooke, and they would be home soon. Soon wasn’t fast enough, though, not that he was leaving until he spoke with them.
And boy, was he nervous.
That wasn’t something he felt often. He was a pretty confident guy, but he was taking his father’s advice, and he wasn’t sure how that would be received. He wanted to show that he was a stand-up guy and that he loved Matty greatly. But as this was the man who had called him a faggot at least three times in a span of ten minutes, it was easy to say he was a bit unsettled. Sucking on his lip, he tried to pop a bubble that held pandas, but just as he was about to win, his phone rang.
Groaning, he answered, “You made me die. I was catching pandas!”
Wren apparently didn’t care. “You’ll be fine, and you can save them later. I need you to call your best friend and talk some fucking sense into him.”
Wells’s brow rose. “Huh?”
“This guy thinks we’re renting a car and driving, Wells. Driving home to Tennessee! That’s like a twentysomething-hour drive! With a newborn!”
Wells made a face. “That’s insane? Why?”
“Because he doesn’t want anyone breathing on our son on the plane. He’s insane! I told him we can go first class, but no, he and dad have planned the whole thing. Which means I’ll be in the fucking car with our parents for twentysomething hours.”
“Oh, my.”
“Exactly. Stop them! Now!”
When the phone went dead, he smiled as he shook his head. These people. Matty thought his family was nuts, but Wells’s was right there with them. Going to his favorites list, he called Jensen.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Wren called me.”
He laughed. “She did? Is she bitching?”
“Yes, she does not want to drive home.”
“Wells, I can’t risk Gunner getting sick. People are disgusting on planes.”
Wells knew Jensen had a point, but someone would die if they stuck a new mom with a newborn in a car for twenty-six hours. “This is true, but if you book first class, it minimizes contact with people, and it’s for four hours at the most. It will be quick.”
“I don’t know. I think driving would be best.”
“No, man, I’m telling you. She’ll kill all of you,” he tried, shaking his head, but his lips were curved. “Why don’t you guys get a hotel, chill for a week or so, then fly out? Let the little guy get a bit older before you go home.”
Jensen didn’t say anything for a minute, but Wells could hear his father in the background saying something to the effect that it wasn’t a bad idea. “Okay, that could work.”