Matt's POV
I could practically see Abby bouncing on her feet, pure excitement at the prospect of us moving in and filling her dream home with all the people she loves. Hear her voice squeal as she looks over the project with me, demanding more room for family and less room for formalities. When she had set our contractor straight, with a "Mr. Spade, I admire your work and your dedication to this project, but this is going to be our home. The home of our family and friends. I sincerely do not give a rat's ass about formalities and what a pack house should or should not contain. We want this done our way. If you see yourself unable to meet our needs, I will gladly call in someone who will! Am I clear?"
She was a badass, and she was mine! I was so damn proud of her that day. She showe
