The door was knocked on once before it opened.
Morgan and Ezra walked in, both carrying a s**t ton of alcohol.
I immediately started laughing.
Cloe did too.
“I knocked once. My fuckin' hands are full,”
Morgan announced as he headed toward the kitchen.
“Clearly.”
“Don't judge my ass. We got priorities.”
“Apparently.”
Ezra followed behind his husband, carrying another case.
His eyes immediately landed on me.
“Baby sis, you need to turn your fuckin' phone back on.”
I smiled.
“There he is.”
“Don't there he is my ass. I've been trying to get ahold of you.”
“It's in my rucksack. I don't even know where that is.”
Morgan laughed from the kitchen.
“Sounds about right. Her ass barely knew where anything was the last week.”
I flipped him off.
“Love you too.”
“In the laundry room,
