We sit around in the living room, our bellies stuffed with food, most of it delicious. Amos leans back against the corner of the couch, his arms wrap around me as I sit on his lap. Love nuzzles against me, her eyes closing in sleep as she sits on mine. The three of us are mildly obsessed with each other, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
A plate full of Lee-Anne’s seaweed and ginger cookies sits on a platter on the coffee table in the center of the seating area.
“Never have I ever ridden on an elephant,” Quinn says and looks around the circle expectantly.
“Oh, man,” Cat says, scrunching her nose. She reaches out and picks up a cookie, and plops it in her mouth. Her face scrunches up in disgust as she chews.
We’re not drinking wine tonight as Ollie’s here. He would be fine if we dra
