"Hey dad," I tell him, hugging him back and inhaling his familiar scent. He smelt like me, and so did mom so it only made me more confused.
"You really need to tell us the story behind her Pumpkin nickname, she hates it," Mateo requests, eavesdropping and walking over to us, he throws an arm over my shoulder.
My father laughs before going to answer, but I escape from under Mateo’s arm and slap my hand over his mouth.
My father chuckles, tugging my hand from his mouth. "Obviously, she doesn't want you to know," he laughs.
"I made everyone coffee," Ezra sings from the kitchen. Walking back toward the kitchen,
Mateo nudges me. "We will find out eventually," he taunts and I roll my eyes at him.
Ezra went into the laundry room and returned with a shirt, tossing it at Mateo. He pulls it on
