“That will be so cool,” Wilder agreed with an adamant nod, taking it much more seriously than I would’ve expected.
I looked between the three alphas for a moment. I wasn't sure I could reason with them in their current state, or at all, for that matter, but still, I had to try.
“How about we don't make any financial decisions when we've been drinking whiskey?”
“We decided thisbeforewe even finished the first drink, so I think it counts.” Nolan laughed.
“But I have a perfectly functioning car,” I said, repeating the earlier sentiment.
“Hailey, please.” Merrick snorted. “You and I both know that thing is falling apart. Do you really want to havea babyin that car? We're not saying you get rid of it. We can keep it in the garage and work on it, but I think something safer would be a good idea.”
My hand drifted down absentmindedly to my stomach. He had a point. I doubted a car seat would evenfitin my current vehicle.
“And you'll get me a pink one?” I asked softly, needling them.
“If that's what you want, we'll take you to the dealership and you can pick out whatever you want, and we can make it whatever color you want,” Wilder said.
“As long as it's asafecar,” Nolan interjected.
“Top safety ratings. That's all I will accept,” Merrick agreed.
I laughed, sitting back. “Okay, why don't we all have this discussion in the morning when you guys are a little more sober?”
“Sure, but it's not going to change anything,” Nolan shrugged.
The impact of his words was somewhat diminished by the fact he was slurring slightly and looking into his empty glass of whiskey as he spoke.
But we’d just have to wait and see.
It only lasted another hour before the alcohol all got to be a bit much. Wilder fell asleep sitting up while Nolan and Merrick continued playing the board game. Eventually, Merrick stood, stretching, his shirt lifting and showing off those beautiful firefighter abs I was slightly obsessed with.
“I’m going to crash. Are you okay?” he asked, attempting to lean down and kiss me, but thanks to the alcohol, he was slightly off-balance and it hit my nose.
“I’m good. Go get some rest.”
He did as he was told, wandering up the stairs.
When I turned back to Nolan, he was looking at me with a serene smile.
“What’s going through your head?” I asked playfully. I wasn't used to seeing such a relaxed, unrestrained expression on his face.
“I'm just amazed that you're here,” he admitted, standing and wobbling.
Now that he was upright, the alcohol was probably hitting that much harder. If he didn’t sit back down in the next few seconds, he was going to topple over.
“Let's not stand up just yet,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him down onto the sofa.
He collapsed next to me, his scent muddled by the alcohol but no less pleasant.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“A little dizzy?” he admitted questioningly. “Actually, I think I want to lie down.”
Without thinking twice, he sprawled out on the couch next to me, pressing his body close to mine.
“Am I squishing you?” he asked in a slurred voice.
Slightly, but I didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he was rather comfortable.