“Yes,” Brynna replies with a sigh. “I don’t think we’ll be able to talk her out of it.”
“She’s so good,” Stacy says. “She could do great things with it.”
“New York is too fucking far away,” Caleb growls.
“We have time,” Brynna whispers.
“A year,” he says. “It’ll feel like ten minutes.”
You have no idea, my boy. More like the blink of an eye.
“What about Josie?” I ask.
“She has a boyfriend, you know,” Brynna says and eyes her husband, who scowls again. “She’ll probably go to college here in Seattle.”
“If he touches her, I’ll break his arms.”
Brynna rolls her eyes.
“I’ll help you,” Isaac says casually.
“Oh good, you start in too,” Stacy says.
“Sophie’s a teenager now. I may need his help before long.”
“I’ll be there, brother.” Caleb salutes Isaac with his mug, making us laugh.
“Liam and Michael were up until the wee hours of the morning playing video games. We may not see them until the dinner tonight,” Isaac says, referring to both of their youngest boys.
“We’re here to celebrate, so why shouldn’t they get to do what they enjoy?” I ask with a shrug.
“I’m so happy that you and Mom wanted to do this,” Isaac says. “Of all the things you could have done for your fiftieth, you chose to have all of us come here for the weekend.”
“We would have sent you on a cruise, or to Europe, or somewhere quiet and fun,” Caleb adds.
“There is nowhere your mother and I would rather be than with our children.”
And that’s the God’s truth.
“You hate me!” A high voice shrieks and a small blonde girl runs outside in a sprint, crying.
“Erin! Get back here!” Meg yells, running after her older daughter.
“Hate us!” the youngest, Zoey, agrees and runs behind her sister, giggling.
“Stop being dramatic and get back here!” Meg stops, with her hands on her hips and glares at her daughters. “Why do they have to have their father’s speed?”
“It’s okay, lazy bones, I got this.” Will jogs past her and runs into the backyard after his daughters. “When your mother calls you, you come! Do you hear me?”
“They’re not children,” Meg says. “They’re aliens.”
“That’s why I didn’t have any,” Sam says with a yawn as she comes out back, Leo by her side. She wraps her arm around me and kisses my cheek. “Thanks for including us this weekend.”
“You and Mark are a part of this family, sweet girl. We wouldn’t have it any other way. Here, have a seat.” I stand and shake Leo’s hand. “I’m going to go wake my wife up.”
Leo drops into the chair, smiling when it rocks, then pulls Sam into his lap. “Rock with me for a while, sunshine.”
“When does the new album come out, Leo?” Will asks as he carries his girls, one under each arm, back to the house.
“Next month,” Leo says with a grin.
I walk inside, and in the short time since I left the kitchen, it’s become a war zone.
“Mommy, I’m not hungry!” Abigail cries to Nic, who is holding her youngest, Finn, on her hip.
“You need to eat anyway,” Nic says patiently. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“Listen to your mama,” Matt says, boosts Abbi onto his lap, and offers her a bite of waffle on her fork. “She knows these things.”
It does my heart good to see Nic and Matt with their children. Thank God for adoption. They share a smile, the kind that also makes my heart warm.
They love each other. And at the end of the day, what more can you ask for?
“Did you seriously just drink out of my glass, you little brat?” Lucy, Mark and Meredith’s oldest, demands of her little brother, Hudson. “You are disgusting!”
“Hud,” Mark says and ruffles his son’s hair, “don’t be disgusting.”
“I want you to dance with me,” Emma demands of her aunt Meredith.
“Emma.” Alecia gives her daughter a stern look as Dominic strolls into the kitchen and sweeps his lovely wife up in a hug. “Aunt Meredith just woke up. Let’s give her some time, okay?”
“Okay,” Emma says, defeated.
“Good morning,” Dominic says, as he takes in the chaos, then erupts into laughter. “Never a dull moment when the family gets together.”
“I love it,” I reply and pull my son into a hug. “Thank you for this.”
“Nonsense,” Dom replies. “We don’t get together as often as we should.”
“Where’s Grandma?” Lucy asks.
“She’s still in bed,” I reply with a wink. “You all tuckered her out yesterday when we played football.”
“Grandma’s good at football,” Liam says as he walks in the room, looking for food.
“That she is,” I agree, and suddenly want to go cuddle her. “I’ll go see how she is.”
“Hey, Dad,” Dominic says, and the automatic smile that comes when he calls me Dad, slides across my face. “Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary!” The others echo and clap.
“Thank you. I think I’ll go give your grandmother her anniversary present,” I say, just as Jules and Nate walk in the room with their daughter, Stella.
“Dad,” Jules says with a scowl. “Ew.”
“Nate,” I say with a laugh as I pass by them. “I’m going to let you handle your wife.”
“I’ve been trying to handle her for more than a decade, Steven. I’ve learned that’s just not possible.”
“That’s right.” Jules smiles and kisses my cheek. “Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you, baby girl.”
“Oh, for the love of all that’s holy,” she says as she sees Luke and Natalie kissing by the refrigerator. “Do you not know how you got four kids?”
I laugh as I climb the stairs to the bedroom. My family is big and chaotic and sometimes overwhelming, but they are perfect.