Emily's pov
"Baby, you need to get up. " Sammy whispers in my ear.
"Ugh, what time is it?" I asked, standing up stretching.
Bad idea.
"It is 8:00." Sam answered.
"We have to be at my grandmas at 11. I'm gonna shower."
"I would ask to join you but I already took one." He asked walking to his closet and grabbing a pair of jeans and a white shirt with a red and blue flannel.
"I'm still hurting from last night."
He laughed.
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I grabbed my phone and slid my bew case on it.
"Babygirl you ready to go?"
"Yeah."
We turned the lights out and locked the door. Sam grabbed my hand and pulled me to the car.
"Okay we must go over my rules I have made. I'm used to you and your idiotic ways. My family is not. 1) No swearing. That goes for us both. 2) no dirty talk or jokes."
He nodded.
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"I'm nervous." I stopped when I got out of the car.
"Why? Baby you look great. Your ass looks fine as fuck. Don't be."
"Okay I think I needed that pep talk."
I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"Let's go."
As soon as I walked in the door I wad bombarded my 5 little people running up to me.
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Emily is 17.
