Jared Pov
I tried to contain my excitement as I grabbed things out of the fridge, shoving them into the basket on the table. ‘Are we really going on a picnic?’ Daniel asked me with a snicker. ‘What, are you twelve?’ He asked, teasing me.
I frowned, scratching the back of my head as I stared at the pile of food in the basket, realizing I needed plates and stuff. I grabbed a couple of paper plates, along with a box of plastic forks and such, throwing them in with napkins. “When Easton and I were younger, mom used to take us to the park a lot. She’d pack two picnic baskets. She’d set Easton and me up on a blanket, and then she’d disappear for most of the day, telling me if I didn’t make sure Easton was safe I’d be in trouble.’ I said, shrugging.
‘That sounds like horrible par
