Capture the Moment (Moments #1)

45. Cleo

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Cleo

“I would definitely fuck Eren Marlowe if given the chance,” Denver and Georgia both sigh as they watch Eren pull off his helmet while on the grid for Sao Paulo last weekend.

Tonight, the girls decided that we needed a self-care night considering the week we’ve all had.

I haven’t been able to talk to them all individually about what’s been going on but I’m pretty sure we’re all feeling annoyed with life right now.

“Eren is like seven years older than you.” Sienna rolls her eyes at Georgia before ogling the man on the screen herself.

Georgia pops a black cherry into her mouth, smirking at Sienna. “And that just means he’s getting closer and closer to bee-keeping age.”

“Oh, gross! Eren is nowhere near that old, he’s only 28.”

As the girls bicker about the racer’s fuck-ability, I make my way to the kitchen to gather more snacks and drinks. I’m about halfway into pouring shots for all of us when the doorbell rings.

“Did y’all order pizza or something?” I ask, making my way to the door. I receive a chorus of no’s in return as I check the peephole, confused at the sight on the other side of the door, I swing it open.

“Sup, gorgeous.” Jace winks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Get out the damn way.” Blake’s voice is strained before Jace is pushed from the doorway and is replaced by him.

Blake gives me a small smile and plants a soft kiss on my forehead before entering the apartment with his arms filled with pizza and food bags .

I’m just about to close the door when Ryan, Derek, Delilah, Braxton, and Alec enter right after Blake, bringing the full party to our apartment.

I take a step back, both in shock and awe at the sight of everyone wearing pink pajamas with my face and the words “We 3 CJ” printed across them in various ways. Even little Delilah has a nightgown with my face and the slogan on it.

They care about me.

My heart fills to the brim as the guys and Delilah smile at me and my mind can’t process the fact that they care so much to the point they're wearing shirts for me.

“We told you guys to come after the race! Eren was just about to win.” Denver sighs as my brother plops down next to her, sneakily stealing a few pieces of popcorn from her bowl.

“We were going to but then Deli said she wanted to be around you guys more than us.” Derek frowns as his daughter makes grabby hands towards Sienna and Georgia, both girls swoon at the action, Georgia taking the toddler to sit between her and Sienna.

“It’s because Deli Belly here needs girl time, Derek. I said this to you at her last practice.” Sienna sighs, redoing the loose, messy pigtails in Delilah’s hair.

Braxton chugs a bottle of a sports drink before belching like the true guy he is, “I told you Momma Bear, Dels needs more girls around. She’s only ever around us, which is great because we love her, but she started to pick up on our tendencies.”

“That’s not true.” Both Derek and Jace scoff just as Delilah frowns.

“Yeah, bro, that’s not true! Right, Daddy?” She pouts, and Derek slaps his forehead.

I smile at the adorableness of it all before going back to the shots I’d been about to pour. Looks like we’re drinking apple juice after all tonight.

“I hope it’s okay that I brought the guys too… and that we crashed your girl’s night.” Blake chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“You’re fine but these pajamas? I’m jealous. Why don’t I have my own, personal ‘We 3 CJ’ merch? ”

“Fuck… that’s what I forgot!” Blake groans, running a hand over his face just as Delilah gasps. “I know…I know, angel” he sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a $20 bill from his wallet.

Delilah jumps up from Sienna’s lap and happily grabs the cash, she examines it like a shopkeeper before nodding her head in approval and turning on her heels back to Sienna and Georgia.

How freaking cute.

Since our night has been crashed by the guys and a five-year-old, we quickly turn off the most recent Grand Prix and sub it for the latest princess movie. One of which the girls and I have all been excited to watch.

I’m sitting on the couch, snuggled under Blake between him and Ryan when my phone goes off.

I jump at the sound of the ringer, my blood going cold as the guys all look back and forth between one another before it rings again.

I instantly relax at the sound of the ringer, my blackmailer has never called me. Sighing at the realization, I turn the phone over and instantly regret it.

Dad is calling…

“Answer it,” Ry whispers, considerate of the movie playing.

“Absolutely not” I snap back through gritted teeth.

“Yes.”

“No.”

The call ends and we glare at one another just as the phone pings once again.

Dad

since you refuse to answer my calls, we will talk about this video on Thanksgiving. Don’t try to talk yourself out of this one, Cleo. I am so very disappointed in you right now.