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“Oh,” I picked at it. “I washed it in the washer and then dried it, and the thing started to unravel. It’s one of my favorite blankets, though. So soft. I hand-knitted it myself. I looked for some chunky yarn to kind of… fix… this one. But they don’t have the particular color that I want. And I don’t really feel like spending hours making a new blanket. It’s kind of tedious and being ADHD like I am… I have to definitely be in the mood to do something like this.”
That was an understatement.
It’d taken me all of a month to make this blanket because I kept getting bored and wanting to do other things. But then one day, I sat down and just ‘felt’ it, and knitted the entire thing.
I loved the damn blanket because it wasn’t too hot and allowed me to work my fingers and toes through the fabric as I was trying to get to sleep.
And I didn’t have the heart to throw it away or order one, because it just didn’t hold the same meaning.
“Damn, that sucks,” he said. “It looks pretty cozy. I’ve never seen one like it before.”
My lips curved up into a smile and then we talked about hand knitting for an hour before I finally had to end the call with him.
Six in the morning arrived pretty damn early, and lives were at risk if I wasn’t on my game.
I went to bed with a smile on my face, and the knowledge that the man I’d just hung up with truly cared about what I had to say. Because who would be okay listening to someone yap about hand-knitting a blanket, and all the trials and tribulations that were associated with said blanket, if they didn’t actually care about the person doing the talking?
CHAPTER 9
I wish girls who wanted boob jobs, and girls who wanted boob reductions, could just Venmo each other some titty.
-Ande to Addison
ANDE
3 weeks later
I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up.
Something just wasn’t… right.
I looked at the clock and realized that it was too late in the day to call Addison, my twin sister, who was stationed in Germany.
She was likely asleep.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t check with the rest of my family.
Getting into our group chat that excluded Addison because we didn’t like messing with her time discrepancy, I texted.
Me: Everyone okay?
The youngest twins, who had second shift, answered first.
Gable: All good.
Garrett: Fine.
The next to answer was Quaid, part of the triplet group.
Quaid: Okay.
Atlas and Auden came next, the first twin group.
Atlas: Everything’s okay here. Why?
Auden: Perfect. Just fuckin’ perfect.
The last to answer were Quincy and Quinn.
