Nicole
Sitting on the back of the couch I have front row seats to the frantic-ness that surrounds me. The only thing I’m missing is some popcorn. Titus, or Mr. Burklee, is standing, bouncing Beverly, his one year old daughter, in his arms. Summer is going closet to closet looking for a pair of her favorite shoes. Luckily her natural red hair is cut short in a pixie style, so that should be no fuss, but she still needs to do her makeup. Meanwhile Titus’s mate, Lance, or the other Mr. Burklee, and my brother are sitting on the couch with a glass of scotch each.
“What if she thinks we are abandoning her? It’s only been three months, this is all still new.” Titus questioned, hugging Beverly tight to his chest.
“She is not going to think we are abandoning her, Titus.” Lance says cooly whil
