“Like I wouldn’t?” “Well, thanks anyway. And please, please reassure your mother that I’ll see her soon.” “I will. She kind of lost it.” “Kind of? For hell—I thought she was going to have a coronary.” “Yeah. Once she starts crying she can’t stop.” “Oh, and make sure you thank her for accidentally...
Fuck me if that doesn’t sound wonderful— “our” bedroom. Now that Jaxson is living with us at Grant House, it’s a home. He was the missing piece to our puzzle. I walk to the bed and turn on a lamp. All three of my boys are fast asleep. I turn the lamp off. “Babe.” I turn it back on and sit on the ...