Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(7)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I could hear the boys in the living room and knew it was only going to be a matter of time before they came in and interrupted my alone time with Iz. I sat up and patted her on the leg. “Listen, kiddo. I know you’re getting older and you feel like you can do a lot yourself, but nothing is more important to me than your life. You need to be careful when you’re outside, especially when you’re alone. I’m going to get you a cell phone, so if you’re ever in trouble you can reach me or your mom. Understand?”

All she heard was that she was getting a cell phone. She hugged me. “Thank you, daddy.”

I loved that she still called me that. One day soon it would always be dad. I liked daddy the most because it reminded me that she was my little girl. Imagining that and almost losing her made me instantly upset. We’d come so close to losing her. “I just love you so much, Iz.”

“I’m goin’ to be okay, you know.”

I didn’t want her to see me sad or scared, so I kept the smile on my face. “I know.”

Izzy put her head on my arm and hugged it. “Can I tell you secret?”

“Sure.” I thought it would be something legitimately important; perhaps something between the two of us about a surprise.

“I didn’t miss Jake and Jax that much.”

I started laughing, thinking about how she’d had me and Miranda to herself for a whole month. “Let’s keep that between us, okay?”

She giggled and stood up off the bed. “Okay.”

When I came out of the bedroom, I found Jax and Jake both standing on opposite ends of the couch, holding the remotes to their video game. They were staring at the television as if they’d been put into a trance. “How many times have you been told not to stand on the furniture?” I scared the piss out of them.

At the same time, without looking away from the game they were playing, I watched them plop down on the cushions. They went back to talking to each other like they hadn’t just gotten yelled at.

Miranda was in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee. I went in, took a sip of hers, and pulled her into my arms. She kissed me and looked over to see Iz sitting in-between her brothers. “It’s so good to see her here at home. Maybe we can finally start gettin’ back to normal.”

“What’s normal in this house?”

Miranda laughed, but kept looking at the kids. “As normal as it gets.”

Just as I started to agree, I heard something crash. We fled into the living room and saw that a glass of chocolate milk had been pushed off the table, because Jax was standing up on the couch again. Not only had the glass shattered, but there was chocolate milk all over the floor, furniture and wall. “I told you to get your ass down!”

Miranda grabbed paper towels and the dustpan, while I chased a scared kid into his room. When I heard his door slamming, I went back out to help clean up the mess. Izzy was bent over, helping her mother pick up the bigger shards. “Go sit down, Iz. I’ll help Mom clean it up.”

She was barefoot, so I picked her up and sat her down on the couch where I knew she wouldn’t cut herself. Jake sat there sucking on his bottom lip, like he did when something was wrong. He turned away when he caught me looking at him.

I grabbed his foot, getting his attention. “You got something you want to say?”

“I didn’t do it.”

I shook my head and kept picking up pieces of glass. Iz sat there watching us, as if I was going to yell at her. I stopped what I was doing and looked over at Miranda, who looked back at me, puzzled. “What?”

“How would you feel about going away for a couple of days? Iz, would you like to see Noah? I think we need to get out of here, the five of us, together.”

“Can we, daddy?” Iz’s face lit right up.

Miranda shook her head and smiled. “I guess I need to call Van and let her know.”

“I’ll call her. Someone’s going to have to make sure there is toilet paper and ketchup stocked.”

Miranda rolled her eyes. “Do I even want to know why we’d need only those two things?”

I really didn’t have a reason, but I did like driving her crazy with nonsense. “It’s a secret.”

“I hate when you have secrets, Ty. They never turn out good.”

I laughed at her comment. Even though she knew me better than anyone else, I still was able to catch her off guard. Of all the people in my life, Miranda was the hardest one to make laugh. I think I annoyed her with my bantering to the point that she’d taught herself how to ignore me.

For the most part, I made it a mission to act extra obnoxious, just to get a rise out of her.

After we’d cleaned up the mess, I grabbed my phone and sat at the table across from Miranda, dialing Van’s number. We’d talked almost every day, and after the whole cancer episode, Colt had finally chilled out about it.

“Good morning, Ty.”

“Oh my God, have you brushed your teeth yet? I can smell your breath through the phone.”

“You’re smelling your own breath. What do you want? I’m not in the mood for you this early, and since you’re being your normal douche-bag self, I’d imagine you’re not calling because something is wrong.”

“Okay, you got me. Nothing’s wrong. I miss the hell out of you and need a hug.” I winked at Miranda, who sipped at her coffee, shaking her head at me.

“I saw you a couple weeks ago. I’m in the middle of making breakfast. Can I call you back?”

“No! Iz wants to come see Noah. We’ll be there in two days. Get your ass to the store and make sure the guest house has toilet paper and ketchup.”

“What?” I could tell she was wondering why I wanted toilet paper and ketchup. “The house already has those things, but I can make sure to adjust the temperature. Oh wait, didn’t I tell you that we’re going away? We won’t even be here.”

I looked over at Izzy and knew how excited she would be to see Noah. It had been a long time and they were still so close. “Cancel your plans. We need family time.”

A deep voice shocked me as it spoke on the other end of the phone. “We ain’t goin’ anywhere. She’s yankin’ your chain.”

“She wishes she was yanking me.”

Colt couldn’t help but put his foot in his mouth. Didn’t he know I waited like a wild animal, to pounce on his every word?

Van got back on the phone. She was whispering, asking him why he didn’t want to talk anymore. I continued to laugh as she spoke. “What did you say to him? He just walked out front. Why must you piss him off?”