“Noooo…” Gemma shakes her head. “She’ll kill you for sure.”
“Actually, that’s not a horrible idea,” Dad blurts out.
“She might think it’s romantic,” Belinda adds.
I chuckle at their encouragement.
Gemma shakes her head. “Absolutely not. She wants to do it all herself.”
“Well, if she won’t give me a chance to talk, then I’ll show her how sorry I am instead,” I decide and shrug. “Start fixin’ things little by little until she notices. She won’t be able to slam the door when I’m already inside the house.”
“This is seriously a bad idea. How are you guys agreeing with this?” Gemma glances around, furrowing her brows at our dad and Belinda.
“I’ve pushed her away long enough, Gem. Let me do this,” I beg. “I have to win her friendship back.”
“Alright, on one condition…” Gemma’s shoulders slump as she blows out a breath. “She must never know I knew about this plan. Got it?”
I smile victoriously. “Deal.”
Gemma rolls her eyes, then repositions herself in her seat. Though I know it’s a crazy plan, it feels good to have my family’s support. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to Katie how sorry I am and that I’m no longer pushing her away.
Katie’s new house is on the same street as my dad’s, which is quite convenient. She probably hates that I’m so close now, but she better get used to it because I’m not going anywhere this time.
“I can’t wait to show you your bedroom,” Gemma squeals as we make our way inside.
“Why?” I snort, carrying my bag. “It probably looks the same.”
“Hey.” She smacks my arm. “I spruced it up for ya.”
“Of course, you did.” I smile, following her upstairs.
“Any chance you upgraded my old nineteen-inch TV to a fifty-inch?” I tease as she opens the door.
“As a matter of fact…”
My gaze wanders around, and I notice everything looks the same except for the new flat-screen TV sitting on my dresser. “Shit, really?” I give her a hug. “You’re myfavoritesister.”
She rolls her eyes with a grin. “I even washed all your old clothes and put a couple of new things in the closet. Figured that’d get you through until you had time to go shopping yourself.”
“You’re seriously the best, thank you.”
Gemma smiles. “You’re welcome. I’m so happy you’re home, and you’ll be here to meet the baby.” She pats her stomach.
“Me too. Gonna spoil that kid rotten.”
“You and Tyler both.”
“Damn straight.” Tyler walks up behind Gemma and wraps his arms around her waist.
“Gemma, Noah. Come down,” Dad calls from the living room.
When we enter, Dad hands me a set of keys. “These are for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s nothing fancy, but it’ll get you around town. Let’s go check it out.”
We walk out to the garage, and I see a blue F-150 single cab. “I fixed it up as best as I could. Should last ya until you can buy a newer one.”