“I don’t want child support. Nothing. I want her to sign over all of her rights. She willNEVERmake them feel abandoned. I’ll be both their mother and father. I don’t need a woman to raise my children.”
Yowza.
Never let it be said that a LaRue wasn’t spicy when pissed off.
They.
Absolutely.
Were.
This was the proof.
“I’m going to have to tell your brothers-in-law. I can’t keep this cat in the bag. Is that okay?”
He didn’t mind.
He loved them too.
“They’re my family. I’m going to need to lean into them since I’m going to be doing this fatherhood thing all alone. Tell them. Maybe they can write me a manual.”
She reassured him.
“You don’t need a manual. You knew to protect them, and that’s the whole battle. Keep them clean, get them an education, don’t let them get arrested—in fact, don’t talk to the men. They’re doing a bad job with our boys.”
He laughed softly.
“We both know that’s not true.”
It wasn’t, but it was calming Duke down. No one wanted to see a cranky lumberjack.
“I got you, Boo. I promise. Cross my heart, and hope not to die because Ivan is going to kill me if I do one more questionable thing.”
He relaxed a bit.
Duke knew he could always count on his sister.
“Check out for the day. Go be with the girls, and I’ll have Ivan lock down the house—just in case.”
He was so appreciative.
“I love you, Lyzee.”
She knew.
“Back at you, my brother from the same father and another mother.”
When he hung up, she added one more thing to her list of shit to do. Tonight, she had to check in with the Conference Center for the wedding, get her baby brother an attorney, and not get anyone killed by a corpse-humping nutbag.
How difficult could that be?
It looked as if she was about to find out.
Rattling off a text to Chris, she took care of the easiest of the problems on her plate.
‘Heads-up. I need the name of the best divorce attorney in the country. Can you make that happen?’
It didn’t take long for a reply.
