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Kevin's POV

"Are you done packing?" Zeke asked in what felt like the millionth time.

I couldn't count how many times I had heard that question today. He had been hovering around the room, doing nothing except frustrating me and getting in the way.

I sighed instead of responding to him and felt Ella's hand on my wrist just as I was about to give him a piece of my mind and tell him to leave our room, the room I shared with Ella.

At first I understood him but I no longer wanted to do that again. Ella could continue to understand her father but I wanted him out of my room this instant. What was there in packing that we hadn't been able to do for the past two hours? All and no thanks to Zeke.

I didn't have up to ten outfits and it wasn't like Ella came with a wardrobe of outfits either. The only reason we haven't been able to do anything was because Zeke was being an annoying pest. I wasn't sorry to use that word for someone who was about to be my father-in-law. That was how much my patien