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However, knowing I needed to do something to ground me, I looked at where Felicia and Gaston sat with Parker between them.

Grimm was posted up so he would have views of the doors.

My club took over half of the emergency waiting room.

Sighing, I pulled my phone out, and then pulled up a video I took about two months ago, and hit play.

The vision that played out before me, well, it sure was something.

Thankfully, I thought ahead and grabbed my phone and started to record what my eyes were seeing.

Our boy Parker was a momma’s boy. There were no ifs or buts about it.

So, I wasn’t really that shocked when I walked in the door and watched as Parker said, “Okay, Moms, I’m taking you to jail so the doctor can see you. We have to put you in cuffs.”

My breath hitched. We had a pair of cuffs in our bedroom, but I highly doubted he knew where they were.

Much to my amazement, my kid grabbed two koozies and told my woman to hold her hands out, and then he slipped the koozies onto her hands.

“Stand up, Moms.” She stood up.

“Hands behind your back.” She did that too while biting her bottom lip, trying to not smile.

And my heart skipped a fucking beat as I watched Parker carefully run his hands over her swollen belly, and then in the softest voice, our son said, “Doctor Coleman has the perfect ‘scription for you.”

And that prescription? He started to sing a lullaby to his baby sister.

“You okay, brother?”

I looked at Skinner, then shook my head, and wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eye, and then I pulled up that video, and before I hit play, I said, “I’m pissed the fuck off that dumb son of a bitch didn’t want this amazing fucking boy. But I’m so fucking grateful that he didn’t. Because I can’t tell you how fucking much it means to me when he calls me Dad.”

Then I played the video of Parker singing to his baby sister through his mommy’s tummy.

“Takes a lot for a man to love someone else’s kid, so much that you’d lay your life down for them,” Skinner said.

“I would for that boy and every day that ends in y.” What I didn’t know was that Parker wasn’t asleep in the chair between Gaston and Felicia like I thought.

And no one saw the little tears on his cheeks that he shed, for the man that didn’t give him a lie, but loved him just as much as if he did.

No one would ever know how much that meant to him until he found his one in a million.

Just like his mom did.

And when he watched the man he called Dad head to be with his mama, he vowed then and here to grow up to be a man his dad could be proud of.

Savannah

I was in the kitchen putting all the leftovers away from our Christmas dinner when I heard my daughter Madison’s voice call out,“Gramps?”

Gaston called out, “Yes, darlin’.”

Madison’s little voice floated into the kitchen, “How comes we don’t look like you and Nonnie?”

I heard Gaston grunt, you know that man thing all males do, it’s annoying, “I’m going to give you a little lesson on life. Okay?”

“Okays,” our little girl said as Parker gathered around to hear what their gramps had to say.

“Nonnie and me, we aren’t your mommy’s parents. We aren’t your daddy’s either. Your mommy’s daddy is up in heaven. You all know that. That’s why y’all don’t look like us. But here is the lesson: blood isn’t always thicker than water. That means family is what you make of it. We claim your mommy as our daughter and your mommy blessed us with y’all. When each of you were born, Nonnie and me cut out little pieces of our hearts and placed them in y’all’s hands on the days y’all were born.”

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