Page 77 of Christmas Chaos
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“A working bathroom and a floor for our bedroom?”
“Better. I’m going to go unless you want me to stay on the line. I’m in traffic south of the city but headed east to get around it. But you should head home.”
“Why are you South of San Francisco?”
“Very long story. But it has a happily ever after.”
“Then it can be our kid’s first bedtime story. You go. I have to focus on fucking transforming into a mother. I love you.”
“Love you.”
The boys giggle. “She’s going to fucking die when she sees us.”
I let it go. It’s true.
