Lena POV
I was now sitting on the floor with my back resting on Jakes chest. His arms were around me as I spoke. Styles was sitting between my legs his back toward me while I played with his short, messy blonde hair. He kept growling once in a while when I'd massaged his scalp. Jake was just holding me to him. He was leaning against the couch.
Once, I was done telling them about what was going on in the past 5 years since they left. Styles sat up and turned around to face me, and then he placed both of my legs over his legs. He said, "Okay, so your stand-in guards were mostly Hardin and Weston?" I nodded, Styles smiled, "I'm glad my little brother stepped up. Did he find a mate yet?" I shook my head. "Ah damn, I was hoping to have little nieces and nephews." He sighed in disappointment.
