18
Gavin
The excited footsteps pounding onto the porch were the first sign Zoey and the kids had arrived. Aunt Gina and I looked at each other and smiled. We’d been waiting for them, almost as excited as the kids about their arrival.
The door burst open before we could get there and the hellions flew in. A whirl of dark curls and a blond mop whipped through the room.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Aunt Gina bellowed.
The kids froze and looked up at her, eyes wide with terror. They risked a glance at me. I glared at them, not giving anything away.
“Sorry,” Alexis said softly. “Mommy said we could run inside.”
“And you thought it was okay to do that without giving us hugs first?” Aunt Gina said solemnly.
It took the kids a minute to realize what she said. Aunt Gina grinned at them
