My mother would be so happy.
“Hey, honey,” Gemma asked, taking Del to go up and bathe him as well, “can you run out and grab milk? I totally forgot to grab it on my way back.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
“You’re going to have to take my car. I blocked you in. Oh, God. That look,” she said, laughing. “It’s not that bad.”
It was.
It so was.
Not because it was a mess.
Finn still kept it clean for her.
But because it was something I never, ever saw myself inside of.
“I’ll be right back,” I told her, kissing her temple.
“Love you!”
“Love you too,” I agreed, taking her keys with a grimace as I made my way down the driveway toward it.
Correction…
I had everything, everything I had ever wanted.
Plus one minivan.