Hadley
I'm almost positive these two have picked the three biggest pumpkins they could find to bring home and carve. “Are we even sure these will fit in the car?" I joke as we make our way to where I've parked.
For a few minutes I can almost believe we're a real family. I'm pulling a wagon, and Riley's perched in Trick's arms, jabbering away about carving these pumpkins. On my way over to meet them, I stopped at the grocery and picked up stuff to make us dinner, and Trick's mentioned s'mores again. Maybe one day, this really can be my family.
I stop at my trunk, opening it, while Trick walks Riley over to the backseat.
“I'll get those," he yells, so I can hear him, as he buckles her in.
Another thing I'm not used to, someone helping me with all the heavy lifting. It's a lot harder
