Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 117

When our order was ready, I danced happily in my seat, and Patrick passed me my caramel vanilla mocha, Josh groaned.

Baby girl, that is a lot of sugar,"

*Not as much as I normally add." I told him

him, giving him my sweetest smile.

Jake chuckled before pulling me as close as the seatbelt would allow him to, while Josh just shook his head and turned to face forward in his seat. My giggle turned into a moan as I took my first sip of coffee. All three guys groaned, and I smiled before taking another sip. It wasn't long before Patrick was pulling into the garage, and as soon as we entered the house, I could feel the difference. Even with four of us here, the house was too quiet. I grabbed the remote and turned on the reruns of an old sitcom, hoping the added noise would make me feel better. We sat around watching an episode, but none of us even smiled.

we can go to the mall and pick up a few things." Before I could say anything. Josh was pulling me to my feet and slapping my ass, which propelled me in the direction of the garage door. The others followed, and I again found myself in the back seat, sitting next to Patrick, with our hands linked

Jake and Josh looked at the remaining seats and started a game of rock-paper-scissors to see who would sit next to me. I giggled at the guys' competitive streak. When Jake won, he slid onto the bench seat, squishing as close as he could to me before kissing my cheek. Josh just rolled

kissed him, the waitress glared at me before stomping to refill someone else's drink. I stayed wrapped around [ake while all three teased me until I pointed out that they would act

onto the table. She ignored the mess and focused on Patrick, taking her time to lean over the table to set his plate in front of him, making sure he had a good view of her breasts. A look

hissed, glaring at me. I sucked in a shocked breath and stared at the plate of food in front of me that no

towering over the waitress, anger radiating off him. Get away from our girlfriend, and don't return to our table. I will be speaking to the manager and owner about this." He growled. With a huff, the waitress stomped off. When she was gone, I took a shaky breath and swiped at my eyes.

"Love, ignore that bitch; she is a petty, jealous girl, and it doesn't matter. We love you, and that will never

the hospital. You are amazing and the perfect fit to complete our family. Ignore the petty, jealous people. We love each other and are doing nothing wrong." I gave him a trembling smile, and he leaned forward, kissing me hard. I whimpered against

set one in front of each of us. That bitch will no longer be working here after today, and Dave, the owner, sends his deepest apologies for her behavior; he comped all our meals so we can

reached out to him,