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Bailey's pov

" I can't believe you called the cops on the kids last night, Blake." Mom snorted in a hushed tone. I stopped abruptly on the last stair and listened to the two talk.

" Technically I called my mom. It's not like anyone would've gotten arrested. Just to scare them off." Dad's response made my jaw drop.

Did my dad really call grandma Ryn last night to stop the party?

I bit my bottom lip, not sure if to laugh or not. His intervene, well grandma Ryn's intervene I should say, did save me last night. If it were not for them I'd not be able to get out of the stupid game.

I smiled and continued on my path to the kitchen where both of my parents are. Dad is seated around the island, sipping on some steaming coffee, while mom is cutting up some fruits.

When they noticed my presence mom sent me a sheepish smile while dad looked away. " Good morning." I greeted.

" Good morning baby. Did you have a good night rest? You look tired." Mom worried her bottom lip between her teeth.