Arianna wasn’t so lucky. Her mother never materialized but Carter takes such good care of her, she doesn’t seem to be missing out on much.
“Come on.” Jack pulls my hand as we walk toward the door. Sounds of laughter and crying and screaming children drift down the hall.
“The USS Chaos is ready to sail.” I give Jack a salute, an homage to his first boat which has become one of the catch phrases for our messy, but amazing life.
“Captain Jack at the helm.”
We make our way out of the bedroom and toward the sound of the party. My heart, my pussy and my belly all full because of my brother’s best friend and my best friend’s father.
A little wrong can turn out, so, so right.