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That heart of yours can’t stop its gifts after I’ve returned to the earth and the air that I’ve loved so much in this lifetime. That would be an injustice.
“There’s a difference between rushing through something to get to the other side and doing it right.”
“This will make you feel better,” Elvira promised, handing Phoebe a plastic cup. “Spiked lemonade. The best of childhood and adulthood in one cup.”
“I can’t catch my breath,” she whispered. “You can have mine,” he promised.
John didn’t give her girls. He gave Phoebe three boys, each the spitting image of him. On the outside, there wasn’t a hint of Phoebe on a single one of them. But she’d made her mark on the inside. They were headstrong, stubborn to a fault, and had little regard for consequences. And most days, Phoebe couldn’t imagine her life any other way. But not today. Today, she was deciding which one of those little monsters she was going to murder first.
Parenthood is a festering nightmare dotted with moments of truly blissful wonderment.
“There’s also a new deadbolt on your bedroom door after MacGyver here announced that he learned to pick your lock,” Michael said, jerking his thumb in Carter’s direction. “Carter!” Phoebe gasped impressed and horrified. He shrugged his shoulders, a move that was one hundred percent Phoebe. “Beckett locked me out once, an’ I didn’t like it.”
Grief called for movement. Anything to keep you going forward one step at a time.
It was amazing, the things the human heart could contain, she mused. The joy, the grief, the peace, and the strife.
Life was hard, but that’s what made it so incredibly good. That’s what made her appreciate every second that she had on this earth. Even on the darkest day, there was still beauty to see, still love to find. There was still a beginning to find in every end.
“Oh, great. She’s drinking already,” Jax joked. “You try raising three boys in a barn and see if you don’t start drinking,” Phoebe reminded him. “I’m dealing with an eighteen-year-old, a seven-year-old, and Joey,” Jax said. “I may join you.” He took her glass and gulped it down. Phoebe laughed, her heart full and light. “That’s why you’re my favorite,” she told him, patting his arm.
