Chapter Twenty-Three
Callan
Six months later…
“Dad! Hey, Dad!” River shouted as he came in the front door. “I did it!”
Going into the foyer, I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. It never got old, hearing him call me Dad. “What did you do, son?”
“I made the honor roll. Straight A’s!” He waved the paper he had in his hand. “Check it out.”
Looking over the paper he gave me, I saw nothing but high A’s. “Dang it, boy! Would you look at these amazing grades?”
Sage came into the foyer to join us. “What’s all the commotion?”
“Our son is a genius,” I said as I handed her the paper. “We sure know how to make some super cute and super smart kids, don’t we?”
“Well, we made one anyway,” she agreed. “I think this accomplishment calls for a celebration. So, what would you like to do to celebrat
