Nanny’s kind of a perv. But we love her.
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I barely cracked open my eyelids and slammed them back down, squeezing them tightly shut against the bright sunlight flooding the room.
I burrowed deeper into the blankets and cuddled closer to the super-soft, sweet smelling pillow under my cheek.
A rumble of laughter caught my attention, but the words that followed it had my eyes popping open wide.
“I’m not sure if we should be aroused or amused at this point,” a low, sleep laden voice mused.
My eyes widened even more as they took in the view directly in front of them, which was the t-shirt clad chest of someone decidedly female. The body of which my arm was wrapped around, whose arm was also thrown over my side, so that we were basically sleep-hugging.
I raised my head, shaking it and blinking as I looked around. I had a head-ache, that’s for sure…and I know things got a little fuzzy last night after the last pink panty dropper I’d had (the cocktail, not the punch), but I didn’t think I’d drank enough to warrant waking up wrapped around my best friend. The kicker of it, though, was when I raised my head, I’d noticed the Chloe and I weren’t alone in the bed.
In fact, I was staring into the grinning face of Brandon, who was lying on the other side of Chloe…and when I turned my head, it was to see the also-grinning face of Ian, who was lying behind me.
“Uh…” I couldn’t say anything else.
Our arms were still around each other when I glanced down to see Chloe staring up at me, frowning.
Her head jerked back and she squinted, her mouth opening and closing, but nothing came out.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” Brandon said softly behind her.
I had to laugh when Chloe’s eyes got even bigger and her head spun around in shock. “Oh my God! What the fuck is happening here?” she cried, then screeched when she lifted her head to see Ian still lying behind me, his head propped up on his hand.
“Ian? Why…did we…how drunk was I?” she moaned, plopping her head back down on the pillow and trying to cover her face with her hands, gaping at me when she realized that we’d been holding each other.
Finally, Ian broke the stunned silence permeating the room. “You two were sleeping when we got home, so we crawled in here with you since every other surface in our house was taken, unless we wanted to pull an Emma and Allie and sleep on the kitchen table and counters.”
“Huh? I asked, carefully removing my arm from Chloe and sitting up. “What do you mean?” Then I snorted, the situation really hitting me. “Guess it’s a good thing we have a king size bed, huh?”
I grinned at the round of chuckles that brought from my other bedmates.
We all sat up and Brandon chimed in. “Well, Nanny and Daisy are in the spare bedroom, snoring up a storm. Allie and Emma are sharing the couch, and Chloe’s mom is in the recliner.”
“Where’s my mom?” I asked.
“Oh, your dad picked her up when he was dropping the babies off to my brother and Jacks. And he said to tell you that he loves you, he loves your sisters, and he loves your brother, but the next time you all go out and leave him and Noah with all the kids, he’s killing you all.”
“Well, he volunteered,” I muttered. “Besides, I don’t even have a kid, so why’s he telling you to tell me?”
Brandon smiled evilly. “He said to pass it along to each and every one of you, including your mom. But you get to tell her now that I told you.”
“Chicken shit,” I coughed out, barely attempting to conceal my words.
He nodded solemnly, making me laugh again.