By the next morning I'd all but forgotten about him because of all the s**t I had going on in my house. Mengele woke me up at the ass crack of dawn with her s**t.
Kat was miserable because one of our kids was currently living on her kidney or some s**t and my boys were trying to tear my house off the foundation. Regular Monday morning fare in the Lyon household.
"Anybody miss the bus they're walking." Dead silence for a split second and then a stampede. The only one who was doing what they were supposed to was Caitiebear.
She was already dressed and ready, but her reasons for that s**t was annoying. She was on the phone at six o damn clock in the morning.
"Morning daddy." She smiled at the look on my face and came forward to kiss my cheek. She's her mother's kid, knows how to play me.
