Unwelcome

Drake

They'd wrapped up the open house at Sicily's bakery and made it back to his place just as the storm hit. Where he'd hoped to spend the night snuggled up watching movies before making love, Sicily didn't make it past the previews on the first one. He carried her to bed and held her all night, not getting much sleep himself.

D was in trouble. The only decision was whether to step in and help him before he asked for it, or to wait and hope that he didn't.

It seemed like a dick move not to try and support his brother, but it wasn't just him anymore. It was Sicily now too. That meant asking her to change her life completely, and he wasn't willing to do that just yet.

The situation ran through his mind until the sun came up the next morning, leaving him achy, tired and slightly moody. He reached over and ran his hand down the curve of her hip as they lay in bed together.

"Morning, baby doll. You ready to get moving around? We need to get on the road soon. Another storm is going to hit