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My eyes nearly pop out my head. “What?”
“We even went to the grocery store for you, Spitfire,” Daxon says into my ear.
“Y-You did?” I stutter.
Colton winks at me. “Well, how else were we gonna cook you breakfast, CT?”
“Okay, I need to ask. CT?” I ask Colton as I lift my eyebrows.
He lets out a low chuckle. “Carrot top.”
“Seriously?” I feign being insulted but turn my lips up and smile at him. It’s cute. All three have their own little nicknames for me, and I honestly don’t hate it.
I look between the three guys, completely stunned. Mason slides over my orange juice. “Scrams and bacon?”
“Scrams?” I say, shaking my head, still not sure of what earth I woke up on.
“Scrambled eggs. Scrams. How do you take your eggs?” Mason smiles that blinding smile at me.
“Scrambled is fine.” I nod.
Mason starts to move around the kitchen, and I can feel my heart start to hurt. My mother loved making breakfast for me. Loved to cook me something in the morning before I went to school.
“What’s wrong?” Daxon lifts my chin with his finger. He pulls his brows together as he tries to search my face for answers.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and try to hold back the tears.
“Tell me. What’s going on in that head of yours?” He taps my forehead.
I take a moment and try to compose myself. Everything is so out of sorts. Me, here, with them. About to say what I’m about to say. Everything we did together. My mind is completely wracked with confusion and lust, hurt, and anger.
“I was thinking about my mom.” There’s a lump in my throat and water gathers in my eyes.
“Your mom?” Daxon whispers.
I nod. “Yeah. She, uh, used to love making me breakfast. We’d sit around the kitchen island like this and laugh and talk. My dad would join us. He’d always have his head in the newspaper, but I’d hear him laughing next to me, at us.” I feel a fresh tear roll down my cheeks. “I miss her.”
They should know. They need to know.
My lips tremble as I utter the words, “She killed herself. Earlier this year. My dad died too. But in a freak accident. They’re, um, both dead.” The kitchen becomes silent as the guys stare at me. Tears cascade down my face, and Daxon wraps me up in his arms.
“I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to upset you.” His hands rub along my back as I sob into him.
After a few minutes, I uncurl from him and spin to rest my arms on the counter of the island. “You didn’t upset me. It’s just complicated. Both of my parents are dead. And that’s all I’m going to say on it. I really don’t want to talk about them, if that’s alright?”
“Sure, Red. Here, drink this.” Mason hands me a cold glass of water, and I slowly sip it. He runs a hand through his blond hair and goes back to cracking eggs. The sound of the bacon sizzling and the smell makes my stomach growl.
Colton winks at me. “Sounds like someone could use some food.”
“Well, you did work her up an appetite.” Daxon grins. He leans in and kisses my forehead.
I sit there on the stool and stare at the three of them moving around the kitchen. Laughing, joking around, and preparing a feast.
This is all too good to be true. Don’t get me wrong, I want this. I want normalcy, or if you call what we did last night normal. But nothing in my life ever stays. Nothing good will ever happen in my life. I guess I just have to enjoy it while I can. Because I know the truth.
Eventually, I lose everyone.
I will always be alone.