I let out a laugh at the thought of Tyler being angry. I mean, he probably didn't want to show his jealousy in front of me, although I highly doubted that he was jealous. Still, I couldn't help but feel extremely happy.

"I'M HOME!" I heard my father call out.

"Coming!" I called back, turning towards Taylor, who was already standing up. "You better go check if he's really home or not," I added, giggling.

Irish smirked. "Don't worry, I doubt that he's going anywhere. It seems like he wants to spend all his time with us today."

"Then let's hurry," I urged her.

She nodded her head and quickly...