Page 159 of Triple Play
“Agreed,” Wyatt says.
“Every week,” Jordie mumbles.
“Who’s paying the babysitter?”
“You. Captain Money.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“It’s exactly how this works.”
I’m laughing again. Can’t help it.
This is my life now.
Three kids. Three men. One chaotic, beautiful, impossible family.
Downstairs, the baby monitor crackles.
Charlie’s awake.
“Your turn,” I tell Grant.
“I got him last night.”
“And I had him at two, four, and six this morning.”
He’s already getting up. “Fair point.”
He pulls on sweats and heads for the nursery. I listen to his footsteps in the hall, the sound of Charlie’s crying quieting as Grant picks him up.
“Hey buddy,” Grant’s voice comes through the monitor. Soft. “What’s wrong? Bad dream?”
Charlie makes incomprehensible baby noises.
“Yeah, I get those too. Want me to tell you a story?”
More noises.
“Okay. Once upon a time, there was a guy who thought he’d destroyed everything good in his life. But then he met this girl who was way too smart for him, and two idiots who became his family, and three kids who made everything make sense…”
I close my eyes. Let Grant’s voice wash over me. Let Jordie’s warmth beside me and Wyatt’s hand in mine anchor me.
This is home.
They’re home.
And I wouldn’t change a single thing.
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