“That was different!” I hiss at Cammy.
She just laughs.
The kids start trickling out an hour later, their parents slowly coming to pick them up. When it’s the four of us left, we sit down to watch a movie together. Chrissy chooses another scary one. They’ve been her favorite lately, and I wonder if it has anything to do with that boy…
“Before we start the movie, Chrissy, can I give you your present?” Harmon asks.
I hadn’t thought twice about Harmon not giving Chrissy a gift. He does so much for us already. I didn’t expect it and it isn’t needed… but it is very him to do so.
Cammy and I gave her our gifts first thing this morning. We set our alarms to wake up early, this way we could sneak them all there for her. Once they were all around her room, including on the bed with her, we blew party horns to wake herup. She groaned and complained for all of two seconds before she realized what was going on. Then she was wide awake and laughing.
“Is that even a question?” she says with scoff.
She smiles and sits up straighter.
Harmon chuckles, grabbing a large gift bag from the side of the couch. I don’t know how I missed that there. He hands it to her but pulls it back at the last second and speaks quickly. “I hope you like it. I picked out everything myself, and I have never bought a gift for a single person in my life.”
“Not even one?” she asks.
“Not even one.”
I put my hand on his thigh. “I’m sure it will be perfect.”
“It makes me feel special,” Chrissy says.
Harmon didn’t ask for my help to get her something, and that makes this all the better. He tried his best. I know he did. And if I know him, everything in there will be thoughtful.
Chrissy takes the bag and pulls out the gold tissue paper and then a teal throw blanket. I can tell all the way from here that it feels like a cloud. Chrissy rubs it against her face, smiling.
“Wow, this is so soft.”
“That’s exactly what I thought,” Harmon says with a small smile.
Chrissy digs into the bag and pulls out two more things. A white box and then a much smaller pink one. She puts the bag on the floor and opens the bigger box first.
“I was just saying I needed some of these!” she squeals, pulling out an expensive pair of headphones.
“I hear you like loud music, so I figured this will help out your brother and sister too.”
“They’re so awesome,” she comments as she puts it aside and takes the last box. She gasps once it’s opened. “Wow, this is so pretty!”
She pulls out a watch. Thin, silver, and so very much her.
“Wow, that’s beautiful,” Cammy says, leaning over to get a better look. “Is it one of yours?” she asks Harmon.
He clears his throat. “No, it’s actually a medical watch. It has seizure detection software programmed into it. It isn’t one hundred percent accurate yet, but I figured it may give you all some peace of mind. It comes with an app that you can install on your phones. It’s also discreet, which is what I wanted to go for considering she’s a teenager, and—”
I shut him up with a kiss. His heart is beating a mile a minute, and his face is warm. I press my lips to his firmly, those tears back in my eyes again. This man is… too good to be true. He’s too good to us.
When I pull away, I look him dead in the eye and say as quietly as I can, “We’re going to your house tonight so I can fuck the hell out of you.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Harmon
It’s late when we leave. Cammy shoved us out of the door because we kept trying to help clean. She told us not to worry about it, the mess would still be there tomorrow, and we should go have fun. This was after she gave me a long hug and left wet stains on my shirt, but swore she wasn’t crying. Chrissy was fast asleep in her bed, hugging the blanket I gifted her.
I knew my gift would mean something, it’s why I gave it to Chrissy in the first place, I just didn’t expectsucha reaction. And I didn’t get to tell them the best part.