Bex's POV
"You packed Bex?" Grant asked, peering into the doorway of Michael's bedroom.
"Yeah. I'll bring the luggage down soon." I replied, looking up from what I was doing. "I'll be done with Michael's in a little bit and I'll bring it down."
"Alrighty, I'll go grab our suitcases and start packing the car." Grant said, leaving me to the packing.
Quickly, I packed enough of Michael's clothes to last a week and shut and zippered the top. Picking it up, I walked it down the tiny staircase and out of the townhouse. I handed it off to Grant, who asked me if Sophie and Elizabeth were done packing yet.
"I have no idea." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I'd better go check that Sophie hasn't blown anything up."
"Soph? Lizzie?" I called up the attic stairs to the room in the attic they shared. "Are you two done packing?"
Two faces peeked down at me, smiling happily. "We're done Mum." They chorused.
"We'll be down in a sec." Elizabeth called, her face disappearing from view.
"Don't worry Mum, we haven't blown anything up." Sophie said, disappearing, only to reappear with a large purple suitcase in hand. "Yet." She grinned devilishly.
"You two better not blow anything up on the plane." I shook my head at the twins. "You remember what happened last time?"
"Don't worry Mum. We're saving it for Matt and Michelle." Lizzie said, lugging a huge duffel bag filled with god knows what behind her and another suitcase behind that. The Goode kids and my two children have had a prank war for the last four years going on and it has escalated from water balloons to homemade bombs.
"Alright then. Now lets get in the car, we have a plane to catch.
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