Eleven
Phoenix
Calista runs off to play the game Denver is organizing with water and metal bins like they’re going to dive for apples at the fall fair.
“So what do you think? Ever want one?” Griffin wraps his arms around me and secures his hands on my stomach.
Griffin’s older than me and he hasn’t pushed, but I also don’t want him to feel as though I’m the only one who gets to make the decision. We’re in this together.
“Yeah.” I turn in his arms. “Not that I’m not happy with Maverick.”
He smiles at me and his forehead falls to mine. “I know.”
I lay my arms over his shoulders, winding my fingers through his hair. “Do you want more kids?”
“With you, absolutely, but I’d like us to find some calm in the storm that is Phoenix Bailey, performer first. I don’t say that because I want you
