“Since we’re on that topic…” her stare meets mine in the mirror convincing my hands to slide around to rest on her hips, “did you see the email from Kea Academy?”
“No.”
“Have you checked thejointaccount we setupforall things Bronny?”
“Yes.”
“Postsetup?”
Humor fuses with guilt in my gaze. “No.”
Gilly’s irritation causes her eyes to roll, prompting me to plant a kiss on her in an effort to banish it.
An effort that’s successful considering how quickly her shoulders fall.
Her spine softens.
“They need a copy of his guardianship paperwork faxed over again – they claim they haven’t received it – along with his transfer papers from his other schoolbeforethey will continue his enrollment process.”
“I’ll put a call into our attorney after pracky.”
“And?”
“And…” my lips land on the top of her shoulder again, “call Grams to make sure she properly unenrolled him so that we canfinishenrolling him.”
This whole thing was as smooth as a fresh cup of Kona coffee.
After having dinner with Gilly’s parents – who I’m pretty sure we won over given they volunteered to help with any part of this parenting thing we may need – we sat down in the living room.
Went over whatBronnywanted.
WhatIwanted.
Whatshewas concerned about.
What expectationswewere setting.
It was a late night, but by the next morning, we were all on the same page when we video chatted with Grams who had been anticipating the change given all the information she just “happened” to have on hand.
Getting legal representation – made easier thanks to Cap’s wife – setting up financial arrangements – I don’t want Gilly having to pay for his shit in spite of her insisting she can – educational plans – his c plus grade average isn’t exactly skating in our favor – and house adjusting from free agent to family of three has made for a hectic but oddly heavenly few weeks.
We’re talkin’ Bryan Adams level.
Only two things could make all this even better.
Gillybeancompletelymoving in – versus this split house shit – and Coach finally knowing she’s my everything.
Himstillnot knowing is what has me no one scoring in OT thankful that I won’t run into him this morning.
I wanna tell him.
Iwantthe person she calls her best friend to know.
To meet me.
To get to know me in a way that the boys don’t.
Like how I used to throw bales of hay over the summer to stay in shape ‘cause gym memberships were too expensive.
