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graduated, and I told every company that tried to recruit me if they could move me to Chattanooga then I’d be a loyal employee. Most weren’t interested, but thank goodness one found a way to make it work.”
I wanted to ask how Sandy had ended up in Atlanta, but I didn’t want to talk about the twins’ mom around them.
I heard the Sergeant Major coming in from outside and washing his hands, and I stood and offered to shake his hand as he entered the room. “Hello, Sir. I’d be glad to help with the gutters, lighten the load.”
He shook my hand and said, “I’m nearly done, but thanks for the offer.”
I waited until he sat before I did, and I could tell he took note, though he didn’t say anything. He deserved respect and I had no problem giving it to him — plus, I knew he didn’t want me around his daughter and grandkids, and I wanted that to change.
Dinner conversation was spirited, and I heard exactly what Chloe thought of nasty green beans — and learned each child had a list of five things they didn’t like, and weren’t required to take even a single bite of. Apparently, when they turned six they were going to have to try all of the foods on their list one time to make sure they still didn’t like them, and neither was looking forward to it.
I offered to help clean up, but Connie said if I’d help bring everything to the kitchen, she’d set the kids and me up in there with the Play-Doh on the glass table so we could make stuff while she cleaned. She assured me she’d rather do dishes than play with Play-Doh, so I took her at her word.
I made a wolf, and when they identified it as a dog I didn’t argue. I showed them how to roll the Play-Doh into small hot dog shapes and then stack them to make a bowl, and they did decent with it — though of course I told them they did a fantastic job. For four year olds, they really did, actually.
Connie sat at the island and watched us play when she finished cleaning. I invited her over to play with us, but she shook her head so I gave my undivided attention back to the twins.
They helped clean up our mess when we finished, and put all of the Play-Doh back into the original containers. Connie produced a bin for us to put them all in, and they helped with that, too.
I wondered, again, if they weren’t better off with her than me, but my gut told me they needed to be with their father. No matter how good of a job she was doing with them, I couldn’t let someone else raise my kids without me around. Besides, they were werewolves and it would be my responsibility to teach them control.
“You bought a new car,” she commented as we followed the kids to their room because it was apparently very important I see it.
“Yeah, I’ll need to find out the brand and style of car seats you have, so I can get the same thing.”
“Why’d you choose that particular car?”
“It’s one of the safest vehicles in my price range.”
“You’re full of surprises.”
“Are we going to have a chance to talk?”
“Dad’s going to watch them while you and I go for a ride in a little while. I’d intended on driving you, but if you want to take me for a ride in your new car, I’m good with either.”
We stepped into their room and I froze as I looked around in stunned silence. Chloe’s bed was on one side of the room and looked like a castle. Declan’s was on the other and looked like a tent, open on one side. The room was painted to look like the castle was surrounded by woods, and the tent was in the woods. It was something out of a modern day fairy tale, and it was done so well it should’ve been seen as art. In fact, she’d likely hired an artist to paint the detailed mural on the walls.
I looked at Connie. “They have no idea how lucky they are.”
“I just brought their vision to life. They both love being in the woods, but Chloe also wanted to live in a castle. This made them both very happy.”
“You take them to the woods?”
“Not at
I wanted to ask how Sandy had ended up in Atlanta, but I didn’t want to talk about the twins’ mom around them.
I heard the Sergeant Major coming in from outside and washing his hands, and I stood and offered to shake his hand as he entered the room. “Hello, Sir. I’d be glad to help with the gutters, lighten the load.”
He shook my hand and said, “I’m nearly done, but thanks for the offer.”
I waited until he sat before I did, and I could tell he took note, though he didn’t say anything. He deserved respect and I had no problem giving it to him — plus, I knew he didn’t want me around his daughter and grandkids, and I wanted that to change.
Dinner conversation was spirited, and I heard exactly what Chloe thought of nasty green beans — and learned each child had a list of five things they didn’t like, and weren’t required to take even a single bite of. Apparently, when they turned six they were going to have to try all of the foods on their list one time to make sure they still didn’t like them, and neither was looking forward to it.
I offered to help clean up, but Connie said if I’d help bring everything to the kitchen, she’d set the kids and me up in there with the Play-Doh on the glass table so we could make stuff while she cleaned. She assured me she’d rather do dishes than play with Play-Doh, so I took her at her word.
I made a wolf, and when they identified it as a dog I didn’t argue. I showed them how to roll the Play-Doh into small hot dog shapes and then stack them to make a bowl, and they did decent with it — though of course I told them they did a fantastic job. For four year olds, they really did, actually.
Connie sat at the island and watched us play when she finished cleaning. I invited her over to play with us, but she shook her head so I gave my undivided attention back to the twins.
They helped clean up our mess when we finished, and put all of the Play-Doh back into the original containers. Connie produced a bin for us to put them all in, and they helped with that, too.
I wondered, again, if they weren’t better off with her than me, but my gut told me they needed to be with their father. No matter how good of a job she was doing with them, I couldn’t let someone else raise my kids without me around. Besides, they were werewolves and it would be my responsibility to teach them control.
“You bought a new car,” she commented as we followed the kids to their room because it was apparently very important I see it.
“Yeah, I’ll need to find out the brand and style of car seats you have, so I can get the same thing.”
“Why’d you choose that particular car?”
“It’s one of the safest vehicles in my price range.”
“You’re full of surprises.”
“Are we going to have a chance to talk?”
“Dad’s going to watch them while you and I go for a ride in a little while. I’d intended on driving you, but if you want to take me for a ride in your new car, I’m good with either.”
We stepped into their room and I froze as I looked around in stunned silence. Chloe’s bed was on one side of the room and looked like a castle. Declan’s was on the other and looked like a tent, open on one side. The room was painted to look like the castle was surrounded by woods, and the tent was in the woods. It was something out of a modern day fairy tale, and it was done so well it should’ve been seen as art. In fact, she’d likely hired an artist to paint the detailed mural on the walls.
I looked at Connie. “They have no idea how lucky they are.”
“I just brought their vision to life. They both love being in the woods, but Chloe also wanted to live in a castle. This made them both very happy.”
“You take them to the woods?”
“Not at
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