Jacobs put a hand to his chest and made a surprised face. "Me? Old?" he questioned.
I nodded my head with a smile on my face. "Yeah. What are you like eighty?" I questioned. He dramatically gasped, making us both burst out into laughter. We walked into the kitchen and I was immediately hit with his scent.
"How was your run?" Em asked. I grinned at Jacobs as he rolled his eyes at me. "You beat him in a race" she guessed. I nodded frantically as she laughed. "Yeah. Jacobs won't admit that he's getting too old to race" she was talking about him like he wasn't five feet away from her.
Chuckling, I lifted myself up onto the countertop next to my mom. Why don't I call her 'Mom'? I frowned at the random thought. I don't call Alex 'Dad' either. It is kinda disrespectful that I call them by thei
