I was working hard over the paperwork, approving permits James needed for our house, and approving the budget for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. Every year for Christmas, mom would go see our local woodworker and have something made for everyone. This year, I want to do something different. I don’t know what.
“You look like you are hard at work.” I looked up and seen Michael sitting on the couch.
“Will you f*****g stop sneaking up on me?” I growled at him. “What do you want?”
“I came to tell you some good news,” he said, getting off the couch. “I finally talked to the Big Man, and he is giving Leo some time, since the two of you are expecting, and Leo has done some good deeds here lately. The catch is,” he cleared his throat, “he has until the twins turn one. Then he will have to
