Lyla's POV
Everette had taken Kenzley upstairs and put her to bed. They had spent the whole evening playing slap jack and when Maxten left it was already close to her bedtime, but I let her stay up a little later than normal. I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around me and grabbed my phone and sent a text to Maxten.
"I hope everything is OK," I typed out, and I thought about adding more, but I didn't want to sound clingy or needy.
"All good peaches. I promise to call you later and if I come home tonight, I'd better find you asleep in my bed," he replied back instantly. I planned on sleeping in there anyway but just getting the confirmation that he wanted me there as well, made me feel good. It was a feeling of being wanted, and that I could get used to.
