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.

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,

round booth, sliding over to the far end; I followed behind him, sitting in the middle. 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'

returned, we ordered four burgers, fries, and sodas. The waitress took her time leaving our table, staring at the twins for longer than I liked. When I cuddled into fake and 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 the same

down so hard that it knocked my fries 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

arm around me. "What a slut," she hissed, glaring at me. I sucked in a shocked breath and stared

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. Josh took one look at me and turned, heading for the front of the diner in search

that bitch; she is a petty, jealous girl, and it doesn't matter. We love you, and that will never change." Patrick said, tilting my head and kissing me slowly. When he pulled back, I found myself pulled

have wanted you since the first day I saw you in 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

today, and Dave, the owner, sends his deepest apologies for her behavior; he comped all our meals so we can box them up and eat them at home. Then we are going to do some shopping online for you." He told us all this while boxing up

reached out