The Queen B* And The Homecoming King - Plot & Excerpts
I ended up applying to a few of them, though, just in case there was a chance he’d end up at one of them. Then I lost myself in a good book. It was better than dealing with reality. The next morning, I found myself missing my usual pancake breakfast. The last few Sunday mornings, Brett had made them for me, and I missed their warm, flaky edges and fluffy middles. I missed hearing Bitsy and Evie cry for him to flip the pancakes high in the air, and I missed the way he always obliged them with a grin. Brett adored his little sisters, and I never missed the way they looked up to him. Maybe I could get some tips from him on how to handle the impending bundle of joy that the stork would be dropping off at our home. The craving became overwhelming, so I headed down to the kitchen to look for ingredients to make pancakes. I was in the middle of raiding the pantry when my mom came downstairs. “Alexis, what are you doing?” “Looking for pancake mix,” I replied. “We have some?” She came beside me and peered into the pantry.
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