Her green eyes flashed in the sunlight as she thought about that small positive. Accepting the situation, since it was too late to change it, she let out a long sigh. “Oh well. At least it’s only twenty days. Too bad for them though, they’re missing out on time with Baby Hancock. They should have waited so they had more time with he/she.”
Smiling, I lifted a finger. “Actually, that wasn’t part of our negotiations.” Knowing this wasn’t going to go well, I started wading through the bags that Dad and Liam had left on the doorstep to go help Mom with the rest of their stuff.
From behind me, Anna snapped, “What? What are you talking about?” I looked back at her. She was still just in a bikini, but that wasn’t stopping her from following me to the driveway. Anna was about as self-conscious about her body as I was. I totally dug that about her.
“The deal was twenty days. Period,” she said. Her voice was firm, unyielding. Technically she was right, but there was one small flaw in the pact, and I fully planned on exploiting it.
I raised a finger at her. “No, the deal was that they could stay twenty days after the baby was born. That was what you put on the table. We never talked about how long they could stay before the baby was born, so these days leading up to it don’t count.”
Her jaw dropped and I hurried away from her. “You’re an ass,” she murmured, right on my heels. She could move quickly when she needed to.
She thwacked me across the backside right as we got to the car. I let out a tiny cry of pain just as Mom handed me a bag. Anna hadn’t held back, and my ass was probably bruised now. Mom loaded me up with three more bags, then patted my shoulder. “Good to see you, baby. Why don’t you put Chelsey’s bags in a room for her, then come back for Dawn and Della’s stuff.” From the way she said it, it was clear that helping my sister and her kids get settled wasn’t an option.
“Yeah, okay, Mom.” I turned to give one of the bags to Anna and Mom thumped me across the head. I rubbed the knot with a scowl on my face.
“Your pregnant wife does not need to be schlepping bags around. All she should be doing is resting.” Mom gently took Anna by the arm and Anna finally smiled. “Now come on, dear, let’s get you on the couch.” She glanced down at Anna’s nearly bare body and her lips pressed into a thin line. “Maybe dressed too.”
My sister was wrangling her kids when Mom walked off with Anna, but she paused in chasing them to smirk at me. “Nice shorts. Thanks for putting them on before the girls noticed.”
Annoyance twisted my features. “They’re four. They don’t know enough to care.” Both of my nieces had their hair in matching French braids; they looked like they could be the spokeschildren for Swiss Miss with their fair skin, pale eyes, and platinum hair. Chelsey’s husband was a burly, muscular dark-haired guy that I had affectionately nicknamed the Italian Stallion, or I.S. for short, since he reminded me of Rocky. The girls looked nothing like him. The Hancock genes were just too strong for Rock.
“Where’s I.S.?” I asked her, looking around for the mountain of a man. Was he still in the car? You’d think the bulging muscles would be easy to spot.
Chelsey gave me a sigh I was all too familiar with from people. It was a Why don’t you know this? sound that really got under my skin. “Dustin shipped out three weeks ago, Griffin. He’s on deployment for at least a year. I know I mentioned that a couple times recently.”
I nodded, like I’d known that all along. And now that she mentioned it, it did seem like I’d heard that somewhere before.
Chelsey smiled at me, then turned and barked, “Girls! To me, right now!” Dawn and Della instantly responded. Stopping in front of Chelsey, they stood tall and straight, at attention for their commander. Chelsey had a tendency to talk to her kids like she was a drill sergeant and they were new recruits, and they usually responded to it right away. I’d have to remember that with Gibson and Newbie, although I didn’t think Anna would be cool with me shouting at our kids.
Once Chelsey had the girls following her like ducklings, we headed toward the house. Out of the three of us siblings, I was the youngest. Liam was the oldest. Chelsey was pretty close in age to me, just a year older. She was also the coolest sibling, besides me, of course, and the most attractive. Also, aside from me. Good looks ran deep in my family, but they ran a little deeper in Chelsey. She just had that California girl thing working for her, which meant I’d spent a lot of time when we were younger kicking losers’ asses who’d thought they had a shot with her. Dreamers.
The pair of us had been pretty tight when we were younger, and we still got along really well. Chelsey was a dancer, the regular kind, not the exotic kind. Before she’d had kids, she’d belonged to a ballet troupe in L.A. I’d been forced to go to so many of her recitals as I kid that I’d refused to go as an adult. I felt kind of bad about that now, since her career was essentially over. With Dustin gone so often, she was practically a single mother.
Dawn and Della ambled inside after us, and I shut the heavy door behind them. Dad and Liam had come into the house with Mom, and I could hear them upstairs claiming rooms. I could also hear Gibson talking to Anna in the living room. Guess all the commotion really had woken her up.
Chelsey let out a low whistle as she looked around. “I’m sure I’ve said this before, but this really is a nice place you’ve got here, Griffin. You know, in case none of us have ever mentioned it before, we’re all very proud of you. Our little brother, the rock star…it’s pretty amazing what you’ve accomplished.”