Archer
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked Jo as I held in her in my arms. We were standing outside mom and dad’s house with the giant ass SUV dad has, running and waiting to go. I was saying bye to Jo, but I didn’t want to. The thought of being away from her fuckin’ hurts.
After we got off the phone with Tristian and James, Dylan went home to his germ-ridden house to take care of the kids while Jo and I walked back to our home, hand in hand. f**k, it felt amazing thinking of this place as our home. Even if we didn’t buy it ourselves, or build it, or anything, it was still nice. I know mom and dad did it out of the kindness of their hearts, and dad is right, houses don’t go for sale around here. That’s why Dylan had to buy a plot of land to have his built, and even that took fo
