Connor
My paperwork was sprawled around the kitchen table and I had a pile of books stacked high right next to me. I scratched my head with my pencil and grit my teeth at the sound of Ford laughing nonstop in the living room with Meredith.
I wanted to be here. I loved being here, but it was hard to concentrate on anything when there was noise all day everyday. The oven dinged and I stood up and put the oven mitts on. I pulled out the homemade chicken pot pie I had made using my mom's recipe. Unlike my Ford and Meredith, I had some skills in the kitchen.
Meredith inhaled deeply and groaned. "Connor! That smells so good!"
"Thanks. It needs to cool down." I called back. She was laying on the ground with her feet up on the couch in between Ford's legs and he was rubbing them and I guess t
