“That’s a really good picture, kid,” I said, glancing over at the drawing in the little one’s hand. I wasn’t great with names yet, still struggling to figure out who was who, but for now, I was getting used to the chaos of having five kids around.
It’s been three days since I had brought up the idea of adopting them with Alex, and I still wasn’t sure where I stood on it. My father had insisted I find any way possible to win Alex over, and this place, with all the noise and life swirling around it, seemed like the right way to go. There was a small part of me that started to really like these kids, though. They weren’t just noise and mess—they had a kind of magic to them. They made everything feel real.
I’d never expected to actually enjoy spending time with kids, especially not this many
