Maybe This Will Not Last

Chapter 22

Luca's POV

Thankfully Jason's palm wasn't seriously hurt, and it turned out that he just stepped on a sharp branch or something.

But the doctor already cleaned his wound, and he allowed us to go back to the house.

"Do you want to go to the city?" Jason asks me, right after he sits on the couch.

"Now?" I ask him with wide eyes.

I never went to the city, and I forgot that Jason is old enough to take me there.

"Yes." He tells me, and I nod quickly, but then I see his hand which is covered by a bandage, and I roll my eyes.

"Let's wait for your arm to heal, we can go tomorrow." I say, and he rolls his eyes, but he decides to not argue with me.

We cuddle for a while, but then the front door opens, and my brother comes here.

"We're having a family night at Carter, Timmy and Mason's house." He tells me.

"Why aren't you picking up your phone? I barely managed to convince Carter to not come here to kill you." Pascal says, and I groan slightly.

"Do we have to go?" I ask him with a pout, even though I already know that I won't be able to skip.

"Carter is already planning how he will drag you there, if you won't show up soon." He informs me, and I groan, before I stand up.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to." Jason tells me, and I chuckle slightly.

"I'm sure that Pascal is serious about Carter, because something like that happened a lot of times already." I say, and Jason rolls his eyes.

"Let's go." Pascal says, and he gestures for us to follow him towards the front door.

We walk with him to our grandparents' house, where Carter is standing near the front door, clearly waiting for us to come here.

"Finally, I was about to start searching for you." Carter tells me, and I roll my eyes.

"What happened to your arm?" Mason asks Jason, so my mate starts to explain what happened earlier.

I decide to leave them alone to see if Parker is here, but since the story isn't very long, I'm sure that Jason will find me soon.

To my disappointment, I can't find Parker, so I settle with some of my other cousins, who greet me happily, before they start to ask me about Jason.

I tell them everything that they want to know, and then I let them change the topic of the conversation to something else.

A while later, one of my nephews comes towards me, and I smile at him.

I really can't believe that my cousins already have this many kids, I think that there are over twenty already, but I stopped counting after the first fifteen, so I might be wrong.

"Why are you pouting." I ask him, when I see that he's sad.

To be honest, I'm not even sure who's kid this one is, so I hope that his parents will find him, before I will have to find them.