“You got it.” I nod.
Roman reaches back for her. “Bambina-”
I shake my head at him. She has to process what she just said, and I get that. It’s a big thing emotions wise. Admitting that you are actually in love with someone can mess your whole brain up. I came close enough with Sophie that I had to think things through for a few hours before I could be around her again.
She’s got that times four. Plus, all this with her mom.
Her mom who’s just standing there, glaring at us in what looks like shock. “Did she say her dad knows?”
Fuck yes, easy out. “Well, he kind of does.”
Roman rolls his eyes. “If you want to say something to us, we’re right here. Not going anywhere. I’m not ashamed of being with Sophie.”
“Or of sharing her with three other men?”
“No. We’re like a family. We take care of each other, and we’re happy. It works.” Roman takes a step towards her.
“But I think it’ll be easier now that everyone knows. Miles knows, you know, Sophie knows that you both know. We can finally be done with all the secret-keeping and the running in circles.” I point out.
“I don’t need to hear another word from you, Gunner.” She points at me. She looks between Roman and me before shaking her head. “To think that I was interested in either of you.”
“Not both?”
She throws her hands up and storms out of the house. Roman pats my back. “Wow. You really went there.”
“It got her to leave without trying to get Sophie’s attention again.” I shrug.
“I didn’t think you’d push that far, though. Flipping it around, throwing Miles under the bus, making Diana think about wanting us both.”
“I mean, she wasn’t shy that first night. I think she would have taken all of us if she could have.” I shrug. “And I’m not a fan of hypocrites.”
Roman glances back to Sophie’s room then looks at his phone. It’s buzzed three times. “Will you-”
“I’ll check on her. Get to work and let Nick know what’s going on. He’ll be pissed if he’s left out of the loop again.” I nod.
Roman pats my back. “Finally, done with this shit.”
“That’s funny.”
Rolling his eyes, he rushes out of the house as I go upstairs to Sophie’s room. I pull her off her pillow, curling her in my arms so she can cry into my shoulder. I rub her back and kiss her cheek. “Are you embarrassed about what you said or upset about the yelling?”
“Both.” She gasps.
“Well, your mom is gone to yell at your dad. She put that together once you left.” I murmur. “And it was nice to hear.”
Sophie pulls away from me and meets my eyes. “What?”
“Sweets, I’ve spelled it out a few times without saying it, and I’m sure at least one other person has.” Because I’ve never seen Roman so protective and involved in anything as long as I’ve known him. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”
“I just … It’s a lot in one morning.”
“I know.” I brush her hair from her face and kiss her temple. “You could take this morning off. Get yourself together after relaxing. Eat some of the pancakes you made, and ease into work. As long as you get everything done, who’s going to complain?”
“I’m going to start calling you Sweets instead.” She murmurs.
I kiss her softly, sucking her bottom lip. “That might get confusing, but I could live with it.”
She gives me the softest hint of a smile, then pokes my chest. “You better head out before you start expecting other things to happen.”
“Me? I’m a good clean, innocent boy.” I smirk.
She shoves my chest. “Good, yes. Innocent. No.” She laughs softly.
After one more kiss, I head out to work, hoping that we might get a break from drama today, at least until we all get home.