Sequel to Coach's Daughter! READING COACH'S DAUGHTER FIRST IS RECOMMENDED!
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"From now until forever."
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Zola Thompson lives with her older brother and his wife. Her mom was killed in a car accident when she was really little. She's a nerd and...
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The M Twins are just now getting home. Alex brought them here. He just left. Dad's still here.
"AWEC!!" The twins scream and jump on Alec's lap.
"Hello, boys." He says with a bright smile.
"Boys," Jax says to his kids. He points to Dad. "This is your grandpa."
"HI!!!" Mason waves, jumps off Alec's lap and runs over to Dad, jumping on his lap instead. Matt doesnt say anything he just jumps on his lap.
"Hi, boys." Dad says hugging them both.
"Alec," Bexley says, making it known that she's awake. Alec turns his attention to her, as do we all. "Will you be staying for dinner?"
"If it's ok." He says. Bexley and Jax nod, silently informing him that's it's ok.
"Mr. Thompson." Bexley says to Dad. "What about you?"
"Oh, I would love to. But, umm, I had a question for you guys." Dad says.
"Shoot." Jax says.
"As I said, I'm going to rehabilitation. And while I'm doing so, I was wondering if I could stay with you?" Dad asks. Jax and Bexley exchange glances. "If you don't want me to, that's totally fine. I can find somewhere else."
"It's fine, Dad. You can stay. But there is to be no alcohol in this house. And if you go somewhere and get drunk, I'm sorry but you can't be around the twins." Jax says.
"Of course. I'm not drinking anymore. At all."
"Good. Zo, would you and Alec go show Dad where the guest room is?" Jax asks me.
"Of course." I say, getting up. Alec and Dad follow suite.
"I have some of my belongings in the car. Could you both help me bring them in?" Dad says.
"Of course." Alec says. I nod and we all walk outside, to the blue car in the driveway that I'd assume is my dad's.
Dad opens the door to the backseat, handing Alec a box and a backpack to carry, and me a box.
"Can you carry that, Zola?" Dad asks.
"Yes I can. I've been told I'm a lot stronger that I look." I tell him, readjusting the box in my arms.
"It's true. She's freakishly strong." Alec says from behind me.
"Well ok then." Dad says, picking up a small suitcase and a box.
