Jacob, Jack and Sam pulled into the driveway of her brother's house late that night. Jack and Jacob had taken turns to make sure they got there that same day. Of course, Jacob had an advantage letting Selmac drive when he got tired.
"Let me go in and talk to him first, I don't want the father of my grandsons going home with a black eye." Jacob smiled and headed to the house, carrying his and Sam's bags.
"You ready for this?" Jack peered back at her, concerned only that she was comfortable and not under too much stress. He silently pulled the receipt from his wallet. He knew he'd have to have something to prove to Mark just how long he'd loved his little sister.
"Yeah," Sam sighed. She knew her brother, all too well, and remembering his reaction six months earlier, she was already scared for Jack. She knew he could hold his own over her older brother, but she'd seen Mark in action.
"C'mon, sweetheart, let's go."