Chapter 185 - Brandon

“Pivot! Pivot!” Devin cries out.

“If you don’t stop with the damn Friends reference, I’ll fucking pivot this bed frame up your ass!” I grind out at him.

“What crawled up your ass and died? Charlie and Zak not give you any last night?” Devin asked me.

“Dude, Christy and Jerry are teething. I slept with her on my chest, while Zak slept with Jerry on his, and Charlie slept with ice packs on her tits from them biting them. It fucking sucks!” I whine. I know I’m whining, but these past few days have been awful.

Devin conspicuously doesn’t say anything. I look at him as we angle the bed frame into the room, waiting for him to agree, since he’s got two month old twins and a four and a half month old pup at home. But he still doesn’t say anything.

Devin and I are bringing in furniture to “Homestead,” which is what we’re calling the orphanage. There were several new orphanage ups coming in, along with some kids from Celeste’s coven that we found.

Finally, after three months of se