Stephanie's POV
I smiled as I walked downstairs to the media room. A few years ago, we had extended this area out to put it in across the hall from Brantley's studio when he had done a remodel of it. The whole last album had been done from here. He hadn't wanted to go to Nashville because it had been in the middle of baseball for both boys and he had been helping Kolby coach Hunter's team.
That was one thing I could say he was blessed on with his fans. They understood and loved that he was a hands-on Dad. They knew we came first and respected him for it. I had kicked them out of the kitchen to go hang out instead of helping me with the dishes. I leaned against the door watching the boys. They spent a lot of time down here with their friends. Saved my living room from sounding like a warzone when the latest shoot em up game came out.
Also helped when the latest Madden came out and I didnt have to witness the brawl between Brantley and Kolby over who was actually cheating at it. Huge TV, comfy couches and recliners, video game consoles, stocked fridge, and complete surround sound.
I slipped my phone out of my shorts pocket quietly hitting record so I could capture the scene in front of me. Hunter and Brantley both had a guitar playing as Carson sat leaned forward in his favorite camo recliner tapping his foot along with them. He may not have taken a complete interest in the playing but they both had inherited Brantleys voice.
"Play Mama's song Dad," Carson said with a big grin. Brantley smirked and rolled his eyes as Hunter started laughing.
"Which one?" Hunter said shaking his head adjusting his guitar in his lap. "She only has a million written about her. Mama said she's gonna get her hands on the ones for the soon to never be released album one of these days."
"Not quite a million," Brantley said with a chuckle pulling his hat off and scratching his head with a smile. Even after all these years, that soft smile that would spread across his lips still got my heart to racing. "What can I say. She's always been my greatest inspiration when it comes to writing."
"You know which one Dad," Carson said tossing a pillow at his head with an identical smile. I bit my lip as Hunter started playing while Brantley shook his head then joined him. B nodded at Carson to start it off." Hey old friend, thanks for calling..."
I slipped my phone back in my pocket before reaching up to absently rub the lyrics on my right shoulder as they sang. One of the hardest times in our lives and something so beautiful to be written during it. Even if I had thought for years that it wasnt about me. Looking back now, I saw what an idiot I was. Like he sensed I was standing there, Brantley opened those green eyes I had been getting lost in for years and looked over at me locking his eyes with mine.
"You'll never understand. And you don't know what weve been through. That girls my best friend," he sang then winked at me. I shook my head and smiled. I clapped when they finished making both the boys blush.
"Alright," I asked walking further into the room looking at them. Hunter gave me a smile as he walked by me with both guitars to go put them back up in the studio. "What are we watching?"
"You don't get to pick Mama," Carson said shaking his head before standing up stretching his tall frame. I swore if he got any taller I was gonna need a step ladder to keep him in line. He was taking after Kolby and my dad in height. He stood even now with Brantley at fifteen. "I'm not watching Gone with the Wind again. Heck, even Dad can quote it now."
"Frankly son, I don't give a damn," Brantley said with a laugh earning a glare from me as he settled into the corner of the couch then tugged me down beside him. I stretched out between his legs putting my head on his chest. Hunter came back in a minute later as Carson looked through the movies. He narrowed his eyes at us seeing me curled up on Brantley.
